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Psalm 42:11 - New Revised Standard Version

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; For I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

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Common English Bible

Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed? Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.

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Psalm 42:11
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For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink,


Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”


Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help


Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.


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.


For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, says the Lord, because they have called you an outcast: “It is Zion; no one cares for her!”


I am going to bring it recovery and healing; I will heal them and reveal to them abundance of prosperity and security.


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?’ ”


But when he heard this, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.