Catholic Public Domain Version
" There are no speeches or conversations, where their voices are not being heard. "
— Psalms 18:4, Catholic Public Domain Version
“The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.”
“The cords of death compassed me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid. ”
“The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.”
“The waves of death engulfed me, the currents of chaos overwhelmed me.”
“There are no speeches nor languages, where their voices are not heard.”
“The cords of death were round me, and the seas of evil put me in fear.”
“The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.”
Unto the end. A Psalm of David.
The heavens describe the glory of God, and the firmament announces the work of his hands.
Day proclaims the word to day, and night to night imparts knowledge.
There are no speeches or conversations, where their voices are not being heard.
Their sound has gone forth through all the earth, and their words to the ends of the world.
He has placed his tabernacle in the sun, and he is like a bridegroom coming out of his bedroom. He has exulted like a giant running along the way;
his departure is from the summit of heaven. And his course reaches all the way to its summit. Neither is there anyone who can hide himself from his heat.