Psalm 77:10 - Tree of Life Version

¹⁰ Has God forgotten to be gracious? Or has He in anger withdrawn his mercies?” Selah

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁰ And I said, This is my infirmity: But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁰ And I say, This [apparent desertion of Israel by God] is my appointed lot and trial, but I will recall the years of the right hand of the Most High [in loving-kindness extended toward us], for this is my grief, that the right hand of the Most High changes.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁰ And I said, This is my infirmity; But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.

Common English Bible

¹⁰ It’s my misfortune, I thought, that the strong hand of the Most High is different now.

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹⁰ They have not kept the covenant of God. And they were not willing to walk in his law.

Psalm 77:10 Referencias Cruzadas

Mark 9:24

Immediately the boy’s father cried out, “I believe! Help my unbelief!”

Psalm 31:22

Blessed be Adonai, for He has shown me His wonderful love in a besieged city.

Job 42:3

You ask, ‘Who is this, who darkens counsel without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke without understanding, things too wonderful for me which I did not know.

Exodus 15:6

Your right hand, Adonai, is glorious in power. Your right hand, Adonai, dashes the enemy to pieces.

Psalm 77:5

You hold my eyelids open— I am so troubled—I cannot speak.

Psalm 73:22

I was brutish and ignorant. I was like a beast before You.

Deuteronomy 4:34

Or has any god ever tried to come to take for himself a nation from within a nation—by trials, by signs and wonders, and by war, and by a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, and by great terrors—like all that Adonai your God did for you in Egypt before your eyes?

Psalm 116:11

even when I said in my haste, “All men are liars.”

Isaiah 63:15

Look down from heaven and see from Your holy, glorious, lofty abode. Where are Your zeal and mighty deeds? Are the yearnings of Your heart, Your compassions, withheld from me?