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Psalm 42:9 - English Standard Version 2016

9 I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Common English Bible

9 I will say to God, my solid rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I have to walk around, sad, oppressed by enemies?”

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Psalm 42:9
19 Tagairtí Cros  

How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?


The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.


To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.


I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.


For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


because of the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they drop trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against me.


He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.


Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah


They remembered that God was their rock, the Most High God their redeemer.


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.


Again I saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power, and there was no one to comfort them.


Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God”?


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.


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