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Psalm 145:1 - Tree of Life Version

1 A psalm of praise. Of David. I will exalt You, my God, the King, and I will bless Your Name forever and ever.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 I will extol thee, my God, O King; And I will bless thy name for ever and ever.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 I WILL extol You, my God, O King; and I will bless Your name forever and ever [with grateful, affectionate praise].

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 I will extol thee, my God, O King; And I will bless thy name for ever and ever.

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Common English Bible

1 I will lift you up high, my God, the true king. I will bless your name forever and always.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Alleluia. Of Haggai and Zachariah.

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Psalm 145:1
31 Tagairtí Cros  

Now, our God, we give you thanks and praise Your glorious Name.


A psalm of thanksgiving. Shout joyfully to Adonai, all the earth!


You are my God, and I praise You. You are my God—I exalt You!


My mouth declares the praise of Adonai. Let all flesh bless His holy Name forever and ever!


I will praise Adonai all my life. I will praise my God yet again.


Let Israel rejoice in its Maker. Let the children of Zion be glad in their King.


A psalm, a song for the dedication of the Temple, of David.


You turned my mourning into dancing. You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.


I will exalt You, Adonai, for You have lifted me up, and did not let my enemies gloat over me.


Of David, when he feigned insanity before Abimelech, who drove him away, and he left.


For it was not by their own sword that they took possession of the land, nor did their own arm save them. But it was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your face— for You favored them.


For the music director, according to “Lilies.” Of the sons of Korah, a contemplative song, a love song.


Your arrows are sharp. Peoples fall beneath you— into the heart of the king’s enemies.


Hear my words, Adonai, consider my groaning.


Listen to the sound of my cry for help, my King and my God, for I pray to you.


“Here is the man who did not make God his stronghold. Instead he trusted in his great riches— and was strong in his evil desire.”


But let the righteous be glad. Let them exult before God. Let them rejoice with gladness.


For in the hand of Adonai is a cup of foaming wine mixed with spices, and He pours it out. Surely all the wicked of the earth will drink, draining it down to the dregs.


For Adonai is a great God and a great King above all gods.


Sing to Adonai, bless His Name. Proclaim the good news of His salvation from day to day.


For Adonai is our Judge, Adonai is our Lawgiver, Adonai is our King— He will save us!


Adonai will save me. So we will play my songs on stringed instruments all the days of our life in the House of Adonai.”


“Moreover, cursed is a deceiver who has in his flock a male, but makes a vow and sacrifices something blemished to my Lord. For I am a great King,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot, “and My Name shall be revered among the nations.”


Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.


On His robe and on His thigh He has a name written, “King of kings, and Lord of lords.”


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