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Psalm 42:4 - Y'all Version Bible

4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: For I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept holyday.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 These things I [earnestly] remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God [like a bandmaster before his band, timing the steps to the sound of music and the chant of song], with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

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Common English Bible

4 But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one’s abode, to God’s own house, with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs— a huge crowd celebrating the festival!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And I will enter, up to the altar of God, to God who enlivens my youthfulness. To you, O God, my God, I will confess upon a stringed instrument.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.

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Psalm 42:4
28 Tagairtí Cros  

Don’t let Hezekiah convince y’all to trust in YHWH, saying, “YHWH will deliver-deliver us, and this city will not be given into the hand of the king of Assyria.”


until I come and take y’all away to a land like your* own land, a land of grain and new wine, a land of bread and vineyards, a land of olive trees and of honey, where y’all may live and not die. But y’all must not listen to Hezekiah when he persuades y’all, saying, “YHWH will deliver us.”


On the twenty-third day of the seventh month, he sent the people away to their tents, joyful and glad of heart for the goodness that YHWH had shown to David, to Solomon, and to Israel his people.


“Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;


Y’all enter into ʜɪꜱ gates with thanksgiving, and into ʜɪꜱ courts with praise. Y’all give thanks to ʜɪᴍ, and bless ʜɪꜱ name.


because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.


Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”


I was glad when they said to me, “Let’s go to YHWH’s house!”


For the sake of my siblings and freinds, I will now say, “Peace be within you.”


We took sweet fellowship together. We walked in God’s house with company.


Y’all should trust in ʜɪᴍ at all times, people. Y’all must pour out your* heart before ʜɪᴍ. God is a refuge for us. Selah.


Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.


You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.


Y’all will have a song, as in the night when a holy feast is kept, and gladness of heart, as when one goes with a flute to come to the mountain of YHWH, to Israel’s Rock.


Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.


How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.


The prince is to go in with them when they go in. When they leave, he will leave.


Let the priests, the ministers of YHWH, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, “Spare your people, YHWH, and don’t give your heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them. Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’”


Look! there on the mountains the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace! Keep your feasts, Judah! Perform your vows, for the wicked one will no more pass through you. He is utterly cut off.


“But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that in your lifetime, you received your good things, just as Lazarus received bad things. But now he is comforted here and you are in agony.


Rejoice before YHWH your God: you, your son, your daughter, your male servant, your female servant, the Levite who is within your gates, the foreigner, the fatherless, and the widow who are among you, in the place where YHWH your God chooses to cause ʜɪꜱ name to dwell.


I left here full, but YHWH has brought me home again empty. Why do y’all call me Naomi, since YHWH has testified against me, and the Almighty has afflicted me?”


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