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Psalm 69:4 - King James Version - American Edition

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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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)

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

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

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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Let them be turned backward, and blush for shame that desire evils to me: Let them be presently turned away blushing for shame that say to me: 'T is well, 't is well.

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Psalm 69:4
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.


For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.


For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord.


Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.


But this cometh to pass, that the word might be fulfilled that is written in their law, They hated me without a cause.


For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.


who did no sin, neither was guile found in his mouth:


who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.


For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit: