The angel that delivereth me from all evils bless these boys: and let my name be called upon them, and the names of my fathers Abraham, and Isaac: and may they grow into a multitude upon the earth.
Psalm 34:8 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Let the snare which he knoweth not come upon him: and let the net which he hath hidden catch him: and let the net which he hath hidden catch him: and into that very snare let them fall. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 O taste and see that the LORD is good: Blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition O taste and see that the Lord [our God] is good! Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man who trusts and takes refuge in Him. [I Pet. 2:2, 3.] American Standard Version (1901) Oh taste and see that Jehovah is good: Blessed is the man that taketh refuge in him. Common English Bible Taste and see how good the LORD is! The one who takes refuge in him is truly happy! Catholic Public Domain Version Let the snare, of which he is ignorant, come upon him, and let the deception, which he has hidden, take hold of him: and may he fall into that very snare. English Standard Version 2016 Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! |
The angel that delivereth me from all evils bless these boys: and let my name be called upon them, and the names of my fathers Abraham, and Isaac: and may they grow into a multitude upon the earth.
Embrace discipline, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and you perish from the just way:
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: and thou shalt seek his place, and shalt not find it.
Be subject to the Lord and pray to him Envy not the man who prospereth in his way; the man who doth unjust things.
Unto the end, for Maeleth, understandings to David. The fool said in his heart: There is no God.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
And I will fill the soul of the priests with fatness: and my people shall be filled with my good things, saith the Lord.
For what is the good thing of him, and what is his beautiful thing, but the corn of the elect, and wine springing forth virgins?