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Psalm 42:3 - Modern English Version

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, “Where is your God?”

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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?

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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?

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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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.

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Psalm 42:3
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Perhaps today the Lord will look upon my guilt and return kindness instead of his cursing.”


For I eat ashes like bread and mingle my drink with tears,


Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”


I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land.    Selah


“Trust in the Lord, let Him rescue him; let Him deliver him, since He delights in him.”


Many are saying about my life, “There is no help for him in God.”    Selah


As a shattering of my bones, my enemies reproach me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”


So I have looked upon You in the sanctuary, beholding Your power and Your glory.


Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let the avenging of the shed blood of Your servants be known among the nations before our eyes!


And render to our neighbors sevenfold into their lap the reproach with which they have reproached You, O Lord.


You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in great measure.


Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at Your altars, O  Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.


Three times in the year all your males shall appear before the Lord God.


Between the temple porch and the altar, let the priests, ministers of the Lord, weep and say, “Have pity upon Your people, and do not make Your inheritance a disgrace, a mockery among the nations. Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’ ”


Then my enemy will see, and shame will cover her who said to me, “Where is the Lord your God?” My eyes will look upon her; now she will be trampled like muck in the streets.


For who is there of all flesh who has heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as we have, and lived?


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