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Luke 18:5 - Catholic Public Domain Version

5 yet because this widow is pestering me, I will vindicate her, lest by returning, she may, in the end, wear me out.' "

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Yet because this widow continues to bother me, I will defend and protect and avenge her, lest she give me intolerable annoyance and wear me out by her continual coming or at the last she come and rail on me or assault me or strangle me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest she wear me out by her continual coming.

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Common English Bible

5 but I will give this widow justice because she keeps bothering me. Otherwise, there will be no end to her coming here and embarrassing me.”

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Yet because this widow is troublesome to me, I will avenge her, lest continually coming she weary me.

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English Standard Version 2016

5 yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will give her justice, so that she will not beat me down by her continual coming.’”

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Luke 18:5
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Then they sent to me, with this same word, four times. And I responded to them with the same word as before.


He did not say a word to her. And his disciples, drawing near, petitioned him, saying: "Dismiss her, for she is crying out after us."


Yet if he will persevere in knocking, I tell you that, even though he would not get up and give it to him because he is a friend, yet due to his continued insistence, he will get up and give him whatever he needs.


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


And those who were passing by rebuked him, so that he would be silent. Yet truly, he cried out all the more, "Son of David, take pity on me!"


Instead, I chastise my body, so as to redirect it into servitude. Otherwise, I might preach to others, but become myself an outcast.


And when she had been very troublesome to him, and over many days had continually stayed nearby, giving him no time to rest, his soul was faint, and he was weary, even unto death.


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