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Psalm 77:3 - New International Version (Anglicised)

3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 I [earnestly] remember God; I am disquieted and I groan; I muse in prayer, and my spirit faints [overwhelmed]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. [Selah

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Common English Bible

3 I remember God and I moan. I complain, and my spirit grows tired. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 We have heard and known such great things, as our fathers have described to us.

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Psalm 77:3
21 Tagairtí Cros  

All his sons and daughters came to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I will continue to mourn until I join my son in the grave.’ So his father wept for him.


Are God’s consolations not enough for you, words spoken gently to you?


For I dreaded destruction from God, and for fear of his splendour I could not do such things.


The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshalled against me.


‘Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.


Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.


Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.


and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honour me.’


From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.


All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.


Lord, they came to you in their distress; when you disciplined them, they could barely whisper a prayer.


Do not be a terror to me; you are my refuge in the day of disaster.


I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.


Why should the living complain when punished for their sins?


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