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Psalm 42:9 - New International Version (Anglicised)

9 I say to God my Rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by 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  

How long, Lord? Will you forget me for ever? How long will you hide your face from me?


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


To you, Lord, I call; you are my Rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I shall be like those who go down to the pit.


I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.


You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?


because of what my enemy is saying, because of the threats of the wicked; for they bring down suffering on me and assail me in their anger.


Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I shall never be shaken.


Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?’


They remembered that God was their Rock, that God Most High was their Redeemer.


my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.


to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.


Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed – and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors – and they have no comforter.


Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you say, Israel, ‘My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God’?


‘Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!


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