How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
Psalm 42:9 - American Standard Version (1901) I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 I will say unto God my rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I will say to God my Rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? Common English Bible I will say to God, my solid rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I have to walk around, sad, oppressed by enemies?” English Standard Version 2016 I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” |
How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call: My rock, be not thou deaf unto me; Lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked; For they cast iniquity upon me, And in anger they persecute me.
He only is my rock and my salvation: He is my high tower; I shall not be greatly moved.
Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? [Selah
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; With a solemn sound upon the harp.
Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and, behold, the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from Jehovah, and the justice due to me is passed away from my God?
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, these may forget, yet will not I forget thee.