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Luke 18:3 - New International Version (Anglicised)

And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, “Grant me justice against my adversary.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

and there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, Protect and defend and give me justice against my adversary.

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American Standard Version (1901)

and there was a widow in that city; and she came oft unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.

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Common English Bible

In that city there was a widow who kept coming to him, asking, ‘Give me justice in this case against my adversary.’

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Catholic Public Domain Version

But there was a certain widow in that city, and she went to him, saying, 'Vindicate me from my adversary.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And there was a certain widow in that city, and she came to him, saying: Avenge me of my adversary.

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Luke 18:3
13 Tagairtí Cros  

And you sent widows away empty-handed and broke the strength of the fatherless.


The one who was dying blessed me; I made the widow’s heart sing.


Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.


and have grown fat and sleek. Their evil deeds have no limit; they do not seek justice. They do not promote the case of the fatherless; they do not defend the just cause of the poor.


‘Settle matters quickly with your adversary who is taking you to court. Do it while you are still together on the way, or your adversary may hand you over to the judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison.


He said: ‘In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought.


‘For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, “Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think,


yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!” ’


‘Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.’ Then all the people shall say, ‘Amen!’