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Psalm 142:5 - Revised Standard Version

5 I cry to thee, O Lord; I say, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

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Common English Bible

5 I cry to you, LORD, for help. “You are my refuge,” I say. “You are all I have in the land of the living.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 I have called to mind the days of antiquity. I have been meditating on all your works. I have meditated on the workings of your hands.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.

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Psalm 142:5
16 Tagairtí Cros  

The Lord is my portion; I promise to keep thy words.


The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; thou holdest my lot.


I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!


They requite me evil for good; my soul is forlorn.


God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.


The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah


The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah


For thou hast delivered my soul from death, yea, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.


My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.


will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust.”


Again I saw all the oppressions that are practiced under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power, and there was no one to comfort them.


“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”


The hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, every man to his home, and will leave me alone; yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.


But the Lord stood by me and gave me strength to proclaim the message fully, that all the Gentiles might hear it. So I was rescued from the lion's mouth.


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