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Psalm 69:4 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

4 More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; many are those who would destroy me, my enemies who accuse me falsely. What I did not steal must I now restore?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: They that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: Then I restored that which I took not away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Those who hate me without cause are more than the hairs of my head; those who would cut me off and destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are many and mighty. I am [forced] to restore what I did not steal. [John 15:25.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: They that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: That which I took not away I have to restore.

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Common English Bible

4 More numerous than the hairs on my head are those who hate me for no reason. My treacherous enemies, those who would destroy me, are countless. Must I now give back what I didn’t steal in the first place?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 May those who wish evils upon me be turned back and blush with shame. May they be turned away immediately, blushing with shame, who say to me: "Well, well."

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Psalm 69:4
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It was to fulfill the word that is written in their law, ‘They hated me without a cause.’


Do not let my treacherous enemies rejoice over me, or those who hate me without cause wink the eye.


For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.


For evils have encompassed me without number; my iniquities have overtaken me, until I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.


For Christ also suffered for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, in order to bring you to God. He was put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit,


“He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.”


Even now they lie in wait for my life; the mighty stir up strife against me. For no transgression or sin of mine, O Lord,


He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that, free from sins, we might live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.


My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.


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