It may be that the Lord will look on my distress, and the Lord will repay me with good for this cursing of me today.”
Psalm 42:3 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?” Plus de versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God? American Standard Version (1901) My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? Common English Bible My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, “Where’s your God now?” Catholic Public Domain Version Send forth your light and your truth. They have guided me and led me, to your holy mountain and into your tabernacles. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles. |
It may be that the Lord will look on my distress, and the Lord will repay me with good for this cursing of me today.”
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
“Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver— let him rescue the one in whom he delights!”
As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory.
Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let the avenging of the outpoured blood of your servants be known among the nations before our eyes.
Return sevenfold into the bosom of our neighbors the taunts with which they taunted you, O Lord!
You have fed them with the bread of tears and given them tears to drink in full measure.
Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Three times in the year all your males shall appear before the Lord God.
Between the vestibule and the altar, let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep. Let them say, “Spare your people, O Lord, and do not make your heritage a mockery, a byword among the nations. Why should it be said among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’ ”
Then my enemies will see, and shame will cover those who said to me, “Where is the Lord your God?” My eyes will see their downfall; now they will be trodden down like the mire of the streets.
For who is there of all flesh that has heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the fire, as we have, and lived?