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Isaiah 38:20 - Revised Standard Version

20 The Lord will save me, and we will sing to stringed instruments all the days of our life, at the house of the Lord.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 The LORD was ready to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of the LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 The Lord is ready to save (deliver) me; therefore we will sing my songs with [my] stringed instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Jehovah is ready to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

20 The LORD has truly saved me, and we will make music at the LORD’s house all the days of our lives.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 O Lord, save me, and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.

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Isaiah 38:20
19 Tagairtí Cros  

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have being.


Because he inclined his ear to me, therefore I will call on him as long as I live.


I will extol thee, my God and King, and bless thy name for ever and ever.


Every day I will bless thee, and praise thy name for ever and ever.


I will praise the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praises to my God while I have being.


Praise him with timbrel and dance; praise him with strings and pipe!


Rejoice in the Lord, O you righteous! Praise befits the upright.


Praise the Lord with the lyre, make melody to him with the harp of ten strings!


O Lord, open thou my lips, and my mouth shall show forth thy praise.


Thy solemn processions are seen, O God, the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary—


the singers in front, the minstrels last, between them maidens playing timbrels:


“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”


And the Lord spoke to the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.


God, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like hinds' feet, he makes me tread upon my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.


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