| For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office: So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another. | For just as we have many parts in one body and all the body’s parts do not have the same function, so we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually parts of one another. |
| Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah. | Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears our burden, The God who is our salvation. Selah |
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| Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul. | Behold, God is my helper; The Lord is the sustainer of my soul. |
| In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. | In You, Lord, I have taken refuge; Let me never be put to shame; In Your righteousness rescue me. |
| But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. | But You, Lord, are a shield around me, My glory, and the One who lifts my head. |
| He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. | He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, without the possibility that mankind will find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. |
| Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications. | Out of the depths I have cried to You, Lord. Lord, hear my voice! Let Your ears be attentive To the sound of my pleadings. |
| The Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich: he bringeth low, and lifteth up. | The Lord makes poor and rich; He humbles, He also exalts. |
| Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah. | Salvation belongs to the Lord; May Your blessing be upon Your people! Selah |
| Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. | Then Job got up, tore his robe, and shaved his head; then he fell to the ground and worshiped. He said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, And naked I shall return there. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” |
| Give us this day our daily bread. | Give us this day our daily bread. |
| That I may come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed. | So that I may come to you in joy by the will of God and relax in your company. |
| But our God is in the heavens: he hath done whatsoever he hath pleased. | But our God is in the heavens; He does whatever He pleases. |
| Peter therefore was kept in prison: but prayer was made without ceasing of the church unto God for him. | So Peter was kept in the prison, but prayer for him was being made to God intensely by the church. |
| For thou wilt light my candle: the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness. | For You light my lamp; The Lord my God illumines my darkness. |
| According to their pasture, so were they filled; they were filled, and their heart was exalted; therefore have they forgotten me. | As they had their pasture, they became satisfied, And as they became satisfied, their heart became proud; Therefore they forgot Me. |
| For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit. | For those who are in accord with the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who are in accord with the Spirit, the things of the Spirit. |
| I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. | I spread out my hands to You; My soul longs for You, like a weary land. Selah |
| But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. | But now, Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter, And all of us are the work of Your hand. |
