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Psalm 84:2 - American Standard Version 2015

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 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

2 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)

2 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

2 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

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

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Psalm 84:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Oh that I knew where I might find him!\par\tab That I might come even to his seat!


My soul breaketh for the longing\par\tab That it hath unto thine ordinances at all times.


{\b KAPH.}\par\par\tab My soul fainteth for thy salvation;\par\tab {\i But} I hope in thy word.


I spread forth my hands unto thee:\par\tab My soul {\i thirsteth} after thee, as a weary land. {\i Selah


My flesh and my heart faileth;\par\tab {\i But} God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,\par\tab If ye find my beloved,\par\tab That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.\par


With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee earnestly: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.


Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at thy presence,


How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, Thy tabernacles, O Israel!


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