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Salmi 23:4 in diverse traduzioni

Inglese

KJV (66 books) +4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

BSB +9 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

DRA [22:4] For though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death, I will fear no evils, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they have comforted me.

FBV Even when I walk through the valley dark as death, I'm not afraid of any evil, because you are right there with me; your rod and your staff protect me.

GNV Yea, though I should walke through the valley of the shadowe of death, I will feare no euill: for thou art with me: thy rod and thy staffe, they comfort me.

LSV Also—when I walk in a valley of death-shade, || I fear no evil, for You [are] with me, || Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me.

NASB ¶Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. NASB 2020

NIV (US) +1 Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

NMV Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for youi [are] with me; youri rod and youri staff they comfort me.

OJB Yea, though I walk through the Gey Tzalmavet (Valley of the Shadow of Death), I will fear no rah (evil); for Thou art with me; Thy shevet (rod) and Thy staff they comfort me.

T4T Even when I am walking through very dangerous dark ravines where I might be killed, I will not be afraid of anything because you are with me. You protect me like a shepherd protects his sheep. He uses his club and his walking stick to protect them from being attacked by wild animals.

Italiano

Diodati Avvegnachè io camminassi nella valle dell'ombra della morte, Io non temerei male alcuno; perciocchè tu sei meco; La tua bacchetta, e la tua verga mi consolano.