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Psalm 77:8 - New Revised Standard Version

8 Has his steadfast love ceased forever? Are his promises at an end for all time?

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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  

We must all die; we are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up. But God will not take away a life; he will devise plans so as not to keep an outcast banished forever from his presence.


How long must I bear pain in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart all day long? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?


O God, why do you cast us off forever? Why does your anger smoke against the sheep of your pasture?


Will you not revive us again, so that your people may rejoice in you?


When its boughs are dry, they are broken; women come and make a fire of them. For this is a people without understanding; therefore he that made them will not have compassion on them, he that formed them will show them no favor.


Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Truly, you are to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail.


According to the number of the days in which you spied out the land, forty days, for every day a year, you shall bear your iniquity, forty years, and you shall know my displeasure.”


God is not a human being, that he should lie, or a mortal, that he should change his mind. Has he promised, and will he not do it? Has he spoken, and will he not fulfill it?


It is not as though the word of God had failed. For not all Israelites truly belong to Israel,


The Lord is not slow about his promise, as some think of slowness, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance.


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