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Lamentations 3:52 - American Standard Version 2015

52 They have chased me sore like a bird, they that are mine enemies without cause.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

52 Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, Without cause.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

52 I have been hunted down like a bird by those who were my enemies without cause.

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American Standard Version (1901)

52 They have chased me sore like a bird, they that are mine enemies without cause.

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Common English Bible

52 My enemies hunted me down like a bird, relentlessly, for no reason.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

52 SADE. My enemies have chased me, and they have caught me like a bird, without reason.

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Lamentations 3:52
15 Tagairtí Cros  

They have compassed me about also with words of hatred,\par\tab And fought against me without a cause.


{\b For the Chief Musician. {\i A Psalm} of David.}\par\par\tab In Jehovah do I take refuge:\par\tab How say ye to my soul,\par\tab Flee {\i as} a bird to your mountain;


{\b SHIN.}\par\par\tab Princes have persecuted me without a cause;\par\tab But my heart standeth in awe of thy words.


Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers:\par\tab The snare is broken, and we are escaped.


Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me;\par\tab Neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.


For without cause have they hid for me their net {\i in} a pit;\par\tab Without cause have they digged {\i a pit} for my soul.


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


Moreover Jeremiah said unto king Zedekiah, Wherein have I sinned against thee, or against thy servants, or against this people, that ye have put me in prison?


Mine eye affecteth my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.


But {\i this cometh to pass}, that the word may be fulfilled that is written in their law, {\b They hated me without a cause.}


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