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Psalm 77:3 - Tree of Life Version

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

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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 got up along with all his daughters to console him, but he refused to be comforted. He said, “For I will go down to Sheol to my son, mourning.” So his father kept weeping for him.


Are the comforts of God too small for you, or a gentle word toward you?


For calamity from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty, I could do nothing.


For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.


“So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.


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


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.


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.


Call upon Me in the day of trouble. When I rescue you, you will honor Me.”


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


On my bed in the night I longed for the one my soul loves. I looked for him but did not find him.


Adonai, they sought You in distress, they poured out a whispered prayer when Your discipline was upon them.


Be not a ruin to me— You are my refuge in the evil day.


My soul has been deprived of shalom, I have forgotten goodness.


Why should any living person complain when punished for his sins?


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