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Psalm 42:11 - American Standard Version 2015

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 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

11 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)

11 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

11 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
9 Tagairtí Cros  

For I have eaten ashes like bread,\par\tab And mingled my drink with weeping,


Wherefore should the nations say,\par\tab Where is now their God?


Why art thou cast down, O my soul?\par\tab And {\i why} art thou disquieted within me?\par\tab Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him\par\tab {\i For} the help of his countenance.\par


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


Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God?\par\tab Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed Be known among the nations in our sight.


For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith Jehovah; because they have called thee an outcast, {\i saying}, It is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.\par


Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them; and I will reveal unto them abundance of peace and truth.


Let the priests, the ministers of Jehovah, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, O Jehovah, and give not thy heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them: wherefore should they say among the peoples, Where is their God?\par


But when he heard it, he said, {\cf6 They that are whole have no need of a physician, but they that are sick.


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