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Psalm 84:2 - English Standard Version 2016

My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My soul yearns, yes, even pines and is homesick for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out and sing for joy to the living God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.

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Common English Bible

My very being longs, even yearns, for the LORD’s courtyards. My heart and my body will rejoice out loud to the living God!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

O Lord, you have blessed your land. You have turned aside the captivity of Jacob.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Lord, thou hast blessed thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob.

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Psalm 84:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!


My soul is consumed with longing for your rules at all times.


My soul longs for your salvation; I hope in your word.


I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah


My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.


My soul yearns for you in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks you. For when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.


Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence—


How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, your encampments, O Israel!