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Psalm 42:3

Rotherham Emphasized Bible 1902

My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

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Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! Yea! By the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!

Wherefore should the nations say, Pray where is their God?

Between the porch and the altar, let the priests, weep, the attendants of Yahweh,—and let them say—Look with pity, O Yahweh, upon thy people, and do not deliver thine inheritance to reproach, that the nations, should mock them, Why should they say among the peoples, Where is their God?

For, ashes—like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink—with my tears, have I mingled;

Thou hast fed them with the food of tears, And hast caused them to drink the water of weeping in threefold abundance.

With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me,—While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

So shall she who had been mine enemy fear, and shame, shall cover her, who used to say unto me—Where is Yahweh thy God? Mine own eyes, shall look upon her, Now, shall she become one to he trodden down, like the mire of the lanes.

Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!

He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him,—Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

Multitudes, are saying of my soul,—No salvation for him in God. Selah.

It may be, that Yahweh will behold with his eye,—and that Yahweh will return me good, for his cursing this day.

Three times in the year, shall all thy males see the face of the Lord, Yahweh.

For who is there of all flesh, that ever heard the voice of a Living God speaking out of the midst of fire as we, and yet lived?

In like manner as, in the sanctuary, I have had vision of thee, To behold thy power and thy glory.

Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

I have spread out my hands unto thee, My soul, is as a thirsty land, for thee. Selah.




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