Psalms 42:2 - Compare All Versions

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A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep drafts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears— tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; When shall I come and appear before God?

I thirst for the living God. When can I go to meet with him?

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

My soul (my life, my inner self) thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and see the face of God? [Ps 63:1, 2; John 7:37; 1 Thess 1:9, 10]

I thirst for God, the living God. When can I go and stand before him?

My soul thirsts, pants, and longs for the living God. I want to come and see the face of God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?