Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne

- Fógraí -





Psalm 42:3 - Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

3 Instead of food, I have only tears day and night, as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?”

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, Where is your God?

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

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

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

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

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

3 Send forth your light and your truth. They have guided me and led me, to your holy mountain and into your tabernacles.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Psalm 42:3
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Maybe the Lord will see the wrong things that are happening to me and give me something good for every bad thing that Shimei says today.”


My great sadness is my only food. My tears fall into my drink.


Why should the nations wonder where our God is?


I lift my hands in prayer to you. I am waiting for your help, like a dry land waiting for rain. Selah


They say, “Call to the Lord for help. Maybe he will save you. If he likes you so much, surely he will rescue you!”


They say to themselves, “God will not rescue him!” Selah


Their constant insults are killing me. They never stop asking, “Where is your God?”


Yes, I have seen you in your Temple. I have seen your strength and glory.


Don’t give the other nations a reason to say, “Where is their God? Can’t he help them?” Let us see you punish those people. Punish them for killing your servants.


Punish the nations around us! Pay them back seven times for what they did to us. Punish them for insulting you.


Instead of bread and water, you gave your people tears.


Lord All-Powerful, my King, my God, even the birds have found a home in your Temple. They make their nests near your altar, and there they have their babies.


“So three times each year all the men will come to the special place to be with the Lord GOD.


Let the priests, the Lord’s servants, cry between the porch and the altar. All of them should say this: “Lord, have mercy on your people. Don’t let your people be put to shame. Don’t let other people tell jokes about your people. Don’t let the other nations laugh at us and say, ‘Where is their God?’”


My enemy said to me, “Where is the Lord your God?” But my enemy will see this, and she will be ashamed. At that time I will laugh at her. People will walk over her, like mud in the streets.


No one has ever heard the living God speak from the fire like we have and still lived!


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí