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Psalm 84:2 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

2 My soul longs, indeed it faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 My soul yearns, yes, even pines and is homesick for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out and sing for joy to the living God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.

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Common English Bible

2 My very being longs, even yearns, for the LORD’s courtyards. My heart and my body will rejoice out loud to the living God!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 O Lord, you have blessed your land. You have turned aside the captivity of Jacob.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Lord, thou hast blessed thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob.

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Psalm 84:2
12 Cross References  

Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his dwelling!


My soul is consumed with longing for your ordinances at all times.


My soul languishes for your salvation; I hope in your word.


I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah


My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.


I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him this: I am faint with love.


My soul yearns for you in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks you. For when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.


O that you would tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would quake at your presence—


How fair are your tents, O Jacob, your encampments, O Israel!


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