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Psalm 77:8 - King James Version - American Edition

8 Is his mercy clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Is his mercy clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Have His mercy and loving-kindness ceased forever? Have His promises ended for all time?

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Is his lovingkindness clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?

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Common English Bible

8 Has his faithful love come to a complete end? Is his promise over for future generations?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 May they not become like their fathers, a perverse and exasperating generation: a generation that does not straighten their heart and whose spirit is not trustworthy with God.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 That they may not become like their fathers, a perverse end exasperating generation. A generation that set not their heart aright: and whose spirit was not faithful to God.

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Psalm 77:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person; yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.


How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?


O God, why hast thou cast us off for ever? Why doth thine anger smoke against the sheep of thy pasture?


Wilt thou not revive us again: that thy people may rejoice in thee?


When the boughs thereof are withered, they shall be broken off: the women come, and set them on fire; for it is a people of no understanding: therefore he that made them will not have mercy on them, and he that formed them will show them no favor.


Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?


After the number of the days in which ye searched the land, even forty days, each day for a year, shall ye bear your iniquities, even forty years, and ye shall know my breach of promise.


God is not a man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent: hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?


Not as though the word of God hath taken none effect. For they are not all Israel, which are of Israel:


The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is long-suffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.


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