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Psalm 42:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks, so I pant and long for You, O God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

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Common English Bible

Just like a deer that craves streams of water, my whole being craves you, God.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

A Psalm of David. Judge me, O God, and discern my cause from that of a nation not holy; rescue me from a man unjust and deceitful.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man.

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Psalm 42:1
21 Tagairtí Cros  

My mouth I have wide opened, and panted earnestly, While after thy commandements I long'd exceedingly.


O God, we with our ears have heard, our fathers have us told, What works thou in their days hadst done, ev'n in the days of old.


My heart brings forth a goodly thing; my words that I indite Concern the King: my tongue's a pen of one that swift doth write.


God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid;


All people, clap your hands; to God with voice of triumph shout:


Great is the Lord, and greatly he is to be praised still, Within the city of our God, upon his holy hill.


Hear this, all people, and give ear, all in the world that dwell;


O Lord, thou hast been favourable to thy beloved land: Jacob's captivity thou hast recall'd with mighty hand.


Upon the hills of holiness he his foundation sets.


Lord God, my Saviour, day and night before thee cry'd have I.