Psalms 71:8,24 - Compare All Versions

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My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.

My tongue will tell of your righteous acts all day long, for those who wanted to harm me have been put to shame and confusion.

My mouth is filled with your praise, and with your glory all the day.

And my tongue will talk of your righteous help all the day long, for they have been put to shame and disappointed who sought to do me hurt.

That is why I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long.

I will tell about your righteous deeds all day long, for everyone who tried to hurt me has been shamed and humiliated.

My mouth is full of praise and honor to you all day long.

Therefore, my tongue will proclaim your righteousness all day long, for those who intend to harm me will be disgraced and confounded.

Let my mouth be filled with thy praise And with thy honour all the day.

My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long: For they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.

Let my mouth be filled with Your praise And with Your glory all the day.

My tongue also shall talk of Your righteousness all the day long; For they are confounded, For they are brought to shame Who seek my hurt.

Just as each day brims with your beauty, my mouth brims with praise. But don’t turn me out to pasture when I’m old or put me on the shelf when I can’t pull my weight. My enemies are talking behind my back, watching for their chance to knife me. The gossip is: “God has abandoned him. Pounce on him now; no one will help him.”

You got me when I was an unformed youth, God, and taught me everything I know. Now I’m telling the world your wonders; I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray. God, don’t walk off and leave me until I get out the news Of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come, Your famous and righteous ways, O God. God, you’ve done it all! Who is quite like you? You, who made me stare trouble in the face, Turn me around; Now let me look life in the face. I’ve been to the bottom; Bring me up, streaming with honors; turn to me, be tender to me, And I’ll take up the lute and thank you to the tune of your faithfulness, God. I’ll make music for you on a harp, Holy One of Israel. When I open up in song to you, I let out lungsful of praise, my rescued life a song. All day long I’m chanting about you and your righteous ways, While those who tried to do me in slink off looking ashamed.

My mouth is filled with Your praise And with Your glory all day long.

My tongue also will tell of Your righteousness all day long; For they are put to shame, for they are humiliated who seek my harm.

My mouth is filled with Your praise And with Your glory all day long.

My tongue also will speak of Your righteousness all day long; For they are ashamed, for they are humiliated who seek my injury.

I praise you constantly and speak of your splendor all day long.

All day long my tongue will also tell about your justice, for those who want to harm me will be embarrassed and ashamed.