<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><atom:link href="https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/biblerss/gnb/19/42/rss.raw" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><image><url>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/media/com_zefaniabible/images/bible_100.jpg</url><title>Good News Bible</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/42-chapter.html?ord=090526</link></image><title>Good News Bible</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/42-chapter.html?ord=090526</link><generator>Zefania Bible</generator><language>en-gb</language><copyright>St Andrew's Centre Waiuku</copyright><description>Psalm chapter 42</description><item><title>Psalm chapter 42</title><link>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/42-chapter.html?ord=090526</link><guid>https://www.standrewscentre.org.nz/index.php/resources/online-bible/standard/gnb/19-psalm/42-chapter.html?ord=090526</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2026 05:01:29 +0000</pubDate><description> As a deer longs for a stream of cool water, so I long for you, O God.
				 I thirst for you, the living God. When can I go and worship in your presence?
				 Day and night I cry, and tears are my only food; all the time my enemies ask me, "Where is your God?"
				 My heart breaks when I remember the past, when I went with the crowds to the house of God and led them as they walked along, a happy crowd, singing and shouting praise to God.
				 Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.
				 Here in exile my heart is breaking, and so I turn my thoughts to him. He has sent waves of sorrow over my soul; chaos roars at me like a flood, like waterfalls thundering down to the Jordan from Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar.
				 (SEE 42:6)
				 May the LORD show his constant love during the day, so that I may have a song at night, a prayer to the God of my life.
				 To God, my defender, I say, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go on suffering from the cruelty of my enemies?"
				 I am crushed by their insults, as they keep on asking me, "Where is your God?"
				 Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.</description></item></channel></rss>