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Psalm 69:4 - Tree of Life Version

4 I am worn out by my crying, my throat is parched, my eyes fail, waiting for my God.

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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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So is fulfilled the word written in their Scripture, ‘They hated Me for no reason.’


Do not let my deceitful enemies gloat over me without cause, nor let those who hate me for nothing wink an eye.


He made the One who knew no sin to become a sin offering on our behalf, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.


Adonai, do not withhold Your compassions from me. Let Your mercy and Your truth always protect me.


For Messiah once suffered for sins also—the righteous for the unrighteous—in order to bring you to God. He was put to death in the flesh, but made alive by the Ruach.


“He committed no sin, nor was any deceit found in His mouth.”


Deliver me from workers of iniquity. Rescue me from bloodthirsty men.


He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that we, removed from sins, might live for righteousness. “By His wounds you were healed.”


I am worn out with my groaning. Every night I make my bed swim, drenching my pillow with my tears.


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