It may be that the LORD will look on the wrong done unto me, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing of me this day.
Psalm 42:3 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God? American Standard Version (1901) My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? Common English Bible My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, “Where’s your God now?” Catholic Public Domain Version Send forth your light and your truth. They have guided me and led me, to your holy mountain and into your tabernacles. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles. |
It may be that the LORD will look on the wrong done unto me, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing of me this day.
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. Selah
Commit thyself unto the LORD; let him deliver him: Let him deliver him, seeing he delighteth in him.
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah
As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me; While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
So have I looked upon thee in the sanctuary, To see thy power and thy glory.
Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? Let the revenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed Be known among the heathen in our sight.
And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom Their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in large measure.
Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, My King, and my God.
Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, O LORD, and give not thine heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them: wherefore should they say among the peoples, Where is their God?
Then mine enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her; which said unto me, Where is the LORD thy God? Mine eyes shall behold her; now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.
For who is there of all flesh, that hath heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as we have, and lived?