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Psalm 42:9 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

9 I will say to God my rock, Wherefore didst thou forget me? wherefore darkened shall I go for 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  

To the overseer; chanting of David.


Jehovah is my rock and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, I will put my trust in him; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my height.


To David. To thee, O Jehovah, will I call, my rock; thou wilt not be silent from me: lest thou wilt be silent from me and I was made like with them going down to the pit


My stripes became loathsome: they flowed from the face of my folly.


For thou the God of my strength: why didst thou reject me? wherefore darkened shall I go about for the oppression of the enemy?


From the voice of the enemy, from the face of the oppression of the unjust one: for they will bring down vanity upon me, for in anger they will lie in wait for me.


Surely he my rock and my salvation, my height; I shall not be greatly moved.


Did God forget to compassionate? or in anger did he gather his compassion? Silence.


And they will remember that God is their Rock, and God the Most High redeemed them.


Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.


Upon a ten stringed instrument, and upon the lyre; with the murmurs upon the harp.


And I turned back, and I shall see all the oppressions which are doing under the sun: and behold, the tears of the oppressed, and none comforting to them; and from the hand of those oppressing them was power, and none comforting to them.


For what wilt thou say, O Jacob, and wilt thou speak, O Israel, My way was hid from Jehovah, and my judgment will pass over from my God.


Shall a woman forget her child, from pitying the son of her womb? also these shall forget, and I shall not forget thee.


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