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Psalm 42:9 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

9 I say to God, my rock: “Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

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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  

How long, O Lord? Wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?


The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.


To thee, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the Pit.


I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.


For thou art the God in whom I take refuge; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


by the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they cherish enmity against me.


He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly moved.


Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah


They remembered that God was their rock, the Most High God their redeemer.


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O Lord; I spread out my hands to thee.


to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.


Again I saw all the oppressions that are practiced under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power, and there was no one to comfort them.


Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hid from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God”?


“Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.


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