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Psalm 42:5 - Tree of Life Version

5 These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng, walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a festival.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: For I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

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Common English Bible

5 Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed? Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.

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Psalm 42:5
28 Tagairtí Cros  

Even if He slays me, I will wait for Him; I will surely defend my ways before Him.


I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.


Be still before Adonai and wait patiently for Him. Do not fret over one prospering in his way, over one carrying out wicked schemes.


My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.


As with a crushing in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, by saying to me all day, “Where is your God?”


Why are You downcast, O my soul? Why are you murmuring within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, the salvation of my countenance.


With Your hand You displaced nations, but You planted them. You afflicted peoples, and You drove them out.


In God—I keep praising His word— in Adonai—I keep praising His word—


My foes trample me all day. For many are fighting me arrogantly.


Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer.


But I—I will hope continually and will praise You more and more.


In the day of my trouble I seek my Lord. At night my hand stretches out untiringly. My soul refuses to be comforted.


You will have songs as in the night when you keep a holy festival, and gladness of heart like one walking with the flute to go to the mountain of Adonai, to the Rock of Israel.


Who among you fears Adonai? Who hears the voice of His servant? Who walks in darkness and has no light? Let him trust in the Name of Adonai and lean on his God.


Adonai turn His face toward you and grant you shalom!’


“Behold, the virgin shall conceive and give birth to a son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which means “God with us.”


Then He tells them, “My soul is deeply grieved, even to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with Me.”


teaching them to observe all I have commanded you. And remember! I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”


So David was in a serious bind, for the troops were calling for his stoning, for all the troops were bitter of soul, every man for his sons and his daughters. But David strengthened himself in Adonai his God.


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