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Psalm 42:9 - Y'all Version Bible

9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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Common English Bible

9 I will say to God, my solid rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I have to walk around, sad, oppressed by enemies?”

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Psalm 42:9
19 Tagairtí Cros  

How long, YHWH? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?


YHWH is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer, my God is my boulder where I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.


To you, YHWH, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.


I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.


For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?


because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.


Hᴇ alone is my rock, my salvation, and my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.


Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has ʜᴇ, in anger, withheld ʜɪꜱ compassion?” Selah.


They remembered that God was their rock, the Most High God, their redeemer.


My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, YHWH. I have spread out my hands to you.


with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.


Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun. Look, the tears of those who were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.


Jacob, why do you say, and Israel, what do you speak, “My way is hidden from YHWH, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God?”


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Even if these forget, I will not forget you!


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