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Ruth 1:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Return home, my daughters. Go on, for I am too old to have another husband. Even if I thought there was still hope for me to have a husband tonight and to bear sons,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Turn again, my daughters, go your way; for I am too old to have an husband. If I should say, I have hope, if I should have an husband also to night, and should also bear sons;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Turn back, my daughters, go; for I am too old to have a husband. If I should say I have hope, even if I should have a husband tonight and should bear sons,

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American Standard Version (1901)

Turn again, my daughters, go your way; for I am too old to have a husband. If I should say, I have hope, if I should even have a husband to-night, and should also bear sons;

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Common English Bible

Turn back, my daughters. Go. I am too old for a husband. If I were to say that I have hope, even if I had a husband tonight, and even more, if I were to bear sons—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Return, my daughters, go forth. For I am now exhausted by old age, and not fit for the bond of marriage. Even if I were to conceive on this night, and bear sons,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Return again, my daughters, and go your ways: for I am now spent with age, and not fit for wedlock. Although I might conceive this night, and bear children,

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Ruth 1:12
5 Tagairtí Cros  

Abraham fell face down. Then he laughed  and said to himself, ‘Can a child be born to a hundred-year-old man? Can Sarah, a ninety-year-old woman, give birth? ’


Then Judah said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, ‘Remain a widow in your father’s house until my son Shelah grows up.’  For he thought, ‘He might die too, like his brothers.’ So Tamar went to live in her father’s house.


No widow is to be enrolled on the list for support unless she is at least sixty years old, has been the wife of one husband,


But Naomi replied, ‘Return home, my daughters. Why do you want to go with me? Am I able to have any more sons who could become your husbands?


would you be willing to wait for them to grow up? Would you restrain yourselves from remarrying?  No, my daughters, my life is much too bitter for you to share,  because the Lord’s hand has turned against me.’