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Psalm 42:3

King James 3 - The Literal Traslation

My tears have been my food by day and by night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?

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Why should the nations say, Where is their God? Let Him be known among the nations before our eyes, the avenging of the blood of Your servants that has been poured out.

Why do the nations say, Where is their God now?

Let the priests, ministers of Jehovah, weep between the porch and the altar; and let them say, Have pity on Your people, O Jehovah, and do not give Your inheritance to shame, for a proverb among those of the nations. Why should they say among the peoples, Where is their God?

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mingled my drink with weeping,

You made them eat with the bread of tears; yea, You made them drink with tears a third time.

With shattering in my bones ones distressing me reproach me, when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

And my enemy shall see; and shame shall cover her, the one saying to me, Where is He, Jehovah your God? My eyes shall see her. Now she shall be for a trampling, as the mud of the streets.

And turn back to our neighbors sevenfold. Give into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached You, O Lord.

He rolled on Jehovah, let Him deliver Him; let Him rescue Him, since He delights in Him.

Many are saying to my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. Selah.

It may be Jehovah will look on my affliction, and Jehovah will return good to me for his cursing this day.

Three times in the year every one of your males shall appear before the Lord Jehovah.

For who of all flesh that has heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as we have, and has lived?

so as I have seen you in the sanctuary, seeing Your power and Your glory.

Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even on Your altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, my King and my God.

I spread out my hands to You; my soul is to You like a weary land. Selah.




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