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Psalm 42:9 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

9 I will ask 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  

The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.


I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.


For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.


He alone is my rock and my yeshu`ah, my fortress-- I will never be greatly shaken.


Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?* Selah.


They remembered that God was their rock, the El `Elyon, their redeemer.


My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.


with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.


Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold, the tears of those who were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.


Why do you say, Ya`akov, and speak, Yisra'el, *My way is hidden from the LORD, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God?*


Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yes, these may forget, yet I will not forget you.


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