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Psalm 63:6 - Tree of Life Version

6 My soul is satisfied as with fat and oil, so my mouth praises You with joyful lips.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 When I remember thee upon my bed, And meditate on thee in the night watches.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 When I remember You upon my bed and meditate on You in the night watches.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 When I remember thee upon my bed, And meditate on thee in the night-watches.

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Common English Bible

6 whenever I ponder you on my bed, whenever I meditate on you in the middle of the night—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 They will suddenly shoot arrows at him, and they will not be afraid. They are resolute in their wicked talk. They have discussed hidden snares. They have said, "Who will see them?"

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Psalm 63:6
12 Tagairtí Cros  

“And indeed, He will draw you from the mouth of distress, to a spacious place without constraint, and the comfort of a table full of rich food.


I will sing to Adonai as long as I live! I will sing praise to my God yet again!


In the night I remember Your Name, Adonai, and keep watching over Your Torah.


Let the kedoshim exult in glory. Let them sing for joy on their beds.


Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls. All Your waves and breakers have swept over me.


I sleep, but my heart is awake. A voice! My lover is knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with dewdrops of night.”


Thus says Adonai: “A voice is heard in Ramah —lamentation and bitter weeping— Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.”


Arise! Cry out in the night at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to Him for the life of your children who faint from hunger at the head of every street.


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