Psalms 42:10
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
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Psalms 42:10
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
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Psalms 42:3
My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
Psalms 115:2
Why may the nations say, Where is now their God?
Joel 2:17
Let the priests, the servants of the Lord, be weeping between the covered way and the altar, and let them say, Have mercy on your people, O Lord, do not give up your heritage to shame, so that the nations become their rulers: why let them say among the peoples, Where is their God?
Psalms 79:10
Why may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.
Micah 7:10
And my hater will see it and be covered with shame; she who said to me, Where is the Lord your God? my eyes will see their desire effected on her, now she will be crushed under foot like the dust of the streets.
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Psalms 3:2
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
Matthew 27:43
He put his faith in God; let God be his saviour now, if he will have him; for he said, I am the Son of God.
Psalms 71:11
Saying, God has given him up; go after him and take him, for he has no helper.
Psalms 22:8
He put his faith in the Lord; let the Lord be his saviour now: let the Lord be his saviour, because he had delight in him.
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Psalms 31:10
My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
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Psalms 6:2
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
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Psalms 84:1
To the chief music-maker; put to the Gittith A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. How dear are your tents, O Lord of armies!
Psalms 84:2
The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
Psalms 84:3
The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God.
Psalms 84:4
Happy are they whose resting-place is in your house: they will still be praising you. (Selah.)
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