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Psalm 77:3 - Revised Standard Version

3 I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 I [earnestly] remember God; I am disquieted and I groan; I muse in prayer, and my spirit faints [overwhelmed]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. [Selah

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Common English Bible

3 I remember God and I moan. I complain, and my spirit grows tired. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 We have heard and known such great things, as our fathers have described to us.

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Psalm 77:3
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from the end of the earth I call to thee, when my heart is faint. Lead thou me to the rock that is higher than I;


For I was in terror of calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.


Why should a living man complain, a man, about the punishment of his sins?


Be not a terror to me; thou art my refuge in the day of evil.


Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.


Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.


Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help


“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.


my soul is bereft of peace, I have forgotten what happiness is;


All his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted, and said, “No, I shall go down to Sheol to my son, mourning.” Thus his father wept for him.


Are the consolations of God too small for you, or the word that deals gently with you?


and call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me.”


Upon my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.


O Lord, in distress they sought thee, they poured out a prayer when thy chastening was upon them.


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