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Psalm 42:9 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

9 why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, and my God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Common English Bible

9 I will say to God, my solid rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I have to walk around, sad, oppressed by enemies?”

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Psalm 42:9
19 Cross References  

The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God.


He bowed the heavens, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.


The Lord is the strength of his people, and the protector of the salvation of his anointed.


3 But I, as a deaf man, heard not : and as a dumb man not opening his mouth.


For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword : neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance : because thou wast pleased with them.


0 Day and night shall iniquity surround it upon its walls: and in the midst thereof are labour,


But vain are the sons of men, the sons of men are liars in the balances: that by vanity they may together deceive.


6 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee: and they were afraid, and the depths were troubled.


2 They remembered not his hand, in the day that he redeemed them from the hand of him that afflicted them:


6 Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.


0 But my horn shall be exalted like that of the unicorn: and my old age in plentiful mercy.


There is but one, and he hath not a second, no child, no brother, and yet he ceaseth not to labour, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches, neither doth he reflect, saying: For whom do I labour, and defraud my soul of good things? in this also is vanity, and a grievous vexation.


Who hath wrought and done these things, calling the generations from the beginning? I the Lord, I am the first and the last.


3 And kings shall be thy nursing fathers, and queens thy nurses: they shall worship thee with their face toward the earth, and they shall lick up the dust of thy feet. And thou shalt know that I am the Lord, for they shall not be confounded that wait for him.


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