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Psalm 42:9 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

9 I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?”

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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 Références croisées  

How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?


The Lord is my rock, 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 you, O Lord, I call; my rock, do not refuse to hear me, for if you are silent to me, I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.


I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning.


For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy?


by the noise of the enemy, because of the clamor of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against me.


He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall never be shaken.


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 on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


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. Look, the tears of the oppressed—with no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power—with no one to comfort them.


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


Can a woman forget her nursing child or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even these might forget, yet I will not forget you.


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