Psalms 77:2,6 - Compare All Versions

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When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.

I remembered my songs in the night. My heart meditated and my spirit asked

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.

I said, “Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search

When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.

when my nights were filled with joyful songs. I search my soul and ponder the difference now.

I sought the Lord in my day of trouble. My hands were continually lifted up all night long; I refused to be comforted.

At night I remember my music; I meditate in my heart, and my spirit ponders.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My sore ran in the night, and ceased not: My soul refused to be comforted.

I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: And my spirit made diligent search.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; My hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; My soul refused to be comforted.

I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, And my spirit makes diligent search.

I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal. When friends said, “Everything will turn out all right,” I didn’t believe a word they said. I remember God—and shake my head. I bow my head—then wring my hands. I’m awake all night—not a wink of sleep; I can’t even say what’s bothering me. I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by. I strum my lute all through the night, wondering how to get my life together.

I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal. When friends said, “Everything will turn out all right,” I didn’t believe a word they said. I remember God—and shake my head. I bow my head—then wring my hands. I’m awake all night—not a wink of sleep; I can’t even say what’s bothering me. I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by. I strum my lute all through the night, wondering how to get my life together.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted.

I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders

In the day of my trouble I [desperately] sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out [in prayer] without weariness; My soul refused to be comforted.

I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit searches

In my time of trouble I sought the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. I refused to be comforted.

I said, “During the night I will remember the song I once sang; I will think very carefully.” I tried to make sense of what was happening.