Psalm 51:10,11

Em outras traduções

1. KJV King James Version

   10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.*51.10 right: or, constant

   11 Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.

2. NIV New International Version

   10 Create in me a pure heart, O God,

   and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

   11 Do not cast me from your presence

   or take your Holy Spirit from me.

3. ESV English Standard Version

   10 *1 Sam. 10:9;Jer. 24:7;Ezek. 11:19;36:26;Eph. 4:23,24Create in me a *Ps. 24:4;Matt. 5:8;Acts 15:9clean heart, O God,

   and *Lam. 5:21renew a right*51:10 Or steadfast spirit within me.

   11 *Ps. 102:10;2 Kgs. 13:23;17:20;24:20;Jer. 7:15Cast me not away from your presence,

   and take not *Rom. 8:9;Eph. 4:30your Holy Spirit from me.

4. NLT New Living Translation

   10 Create in me a clean heart, O God.

   Renew a loyal spirit within me.

   11 Do not banish me from your presence,

   and don’t take your Holy Spirit*51:11 Or your spirit of holiness. from me.

5. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   10 *(Ezek. 18:31; Eph. 2:10)Create in me a clean heart, O God,

   And renew a steadfast spirit within me.

   11 Do not cast me away from Your presence,

   And do not take Your *(Luke 11:13)Holy Spirit from me.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   10 God, create a clean heart for me

   and renew a steadfast  * 51:10 Or right  spirit within me.  * 51:10 Ps 24:4; Mt 5:8; Jms 4:8

   11 Do not banish me from your presence

   or take your Holy Spirit from me.  * 51:11 2Kg 13:23; Is 63:10–11; Jr 7:15

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   10 But I, as a fruitful olive tree in the house of God, have hoped in the mercy of God for ever, yea for ever and ever.

   11 I will praise thee for ever, because thou hast done it: and I will wait on thy name, for it is good in the sight of thy saints.

8. MSG The Message

   7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,

   scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.

   Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,

   set these once-broken bones to dancing.

   Don’t look too close for blemishes,

   give me a clean bill of health.

   God, make a fresh start in me,

   shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.

   Don’t throw me out with the trash,

   or fail to breathe holiness in me.

   Bring me back from gray exile,

   put a fresh wind in my sails!

   Give me a job teaching rebels your ways

   so the lost can find their way home.

   Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,

   and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.

   Unbutton my lips, dear God;

   I’ll let loose with your praise.