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Psalm 42:3 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

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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?

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American Standard Version (1901)

My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

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Common English Bible

My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, “Where’s your God now?”

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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.

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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.

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Psalm 42:3
16 Tagairtí Cros  

For why? I ashes eaten have like bread, in sorrows deep; My drink I also mingled have with tears that I did weep.


O wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God now gone?


My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.


This man did trust in God, that he would free him by his might: Let him deliver him, sith he had in him such delight.


Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.


'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.


That I thy power may behold, and brightness of thy face, As I have seen thee heretofore within thy holy place.


Why say the heathen, Where's their God? let him to them be known; When those who shed thy servants' blood are in our sight o'erthrown.


And to our neighbours' bosom cause it sev'n-fold render'd be, Ev'n the reproach wherewith they have, O Lord, reproached thee.


Thou tears of sorrow giv'st to them instead of bread to eat; Yea, tears instead of drink thou giv'st to them in measure great.


Behold, the sparrow findeth out an house wherein to rest; The swallow also for herself hath purchased a nest; Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe her young ones forth may bring, O thou almighty Lord of hosts, who art my God and King.