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Ecclesiastes 4:1 - English Standard Version 2016

1 Again I saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power, and there was no one to comfort them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 THEN I returned and considered all the oppressions that are practiced under the sun: And I beheld the tears of the oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors was power, but they [too] had no comforter.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and, behold, the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

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Common English Bible

1 When I next observed all the oppressions that take place under the sun, I saw the tears of the oppressed—and they have no one to comfort them. Their oppressors wield power—but they have no one to comfort them.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 I turned myself to other things, and I saw the false accusations which are carried out under the sun, and the tears of the innocent, and that there was no one to console them; and that they were not able to withstand their violence, being destitute of all help.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 I turned myself to other things, and I saw the oppressions that are done under the sun, and the tears of the innocent, and they had no comforter; and they were not able to resist their violence, being destitute of help from any.

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Ecclesiastes 4:1
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I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you.


“Because of the multitude of oppressions people cry out; they call for help because of the arm of the mighty.


Please turn; let no injustice be done. Turn now; my vindication is at stake.


The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the faces of its judges— if it is not he, who then is it?


“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”


Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul.


I cry to you, O Lord; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”


My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”


I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”


Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.


They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me sour wine to drink.


You have fed them with the bread of tears and given them tears to drink in full measure.


“When you serve as midwife to the Hebrew women and see them on the birthstool, if it is a son, you shall kill him, but if it is a daughter, she shall live.”


Then Pharaoh commanded all his people, “Every son that is born to the Hebrews you shall cast into the Nile, but you shall let every daughter live.”


All a poor man’s brothers hate him; how much more do his friends go far from him! He pursues them with words, but does not have them.


A poor man who oppresses the poor is a beating rain that leaves no food.


When the righteous increase, the people rejoice, but when the wicked rule, the people groan.


Moreover, I saw under the sun that in the place of justice, even there was wickedness, and in the place of righteousness, even there was wickedness.


If you see in a province the oppression of the poor and the violation of justice and righteousness, do not be amazed at the matter, for the high official is watched by a higher, and there are yet higher ones over them.


Surely oppression drives the wise into madness, and a bribe corrupts the heart.


All this I observed while applying my heart to all that is done under the sun, when man had power over man to his hurt.


For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah are his pleasant planting; and he looked for justice, but behold, bloodshed; for righteousness, but behold, an outcry!


and I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who have said to you, ‘Bow down, that we may pass over’; and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to pass over.”


Their feet run to evil, and they are swift to shed innocent blood; their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; desolation and destruction are in their highways.


No one shall break bread for the mourner, to comfort him for the dead, nor shall anyone give him the cup of consolation to drink for his father or his mother.


“For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my spirit; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”


Zion stretches out her hands, but there is none to comfort her; the Lord has commanded against Jacob that his neighbors should be his foes; Jerusalem has become a filthy thing among them.


She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.


Her uncleanness was in her skirts; she took no thought of her future; therefore her fall is terrible; she has no comforter. “O Lord, behold my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed!”


“They do not know how to do right,” declares the Lord, “those who store up violence and robbery in their strongholds.”


Proclaim to the strongholds in Ashdod and to the strongholds in the land of Egypt, and say, “Assemble yourselves on the mountains of Samaria, and see the great tumults within her, and the oppressed in her midst.”


And this second thing you do. You cover the Lord’s altar with tears, with weeping and groaning because he no longer regards the offering or accepts it with favor from your hand.


Then once more you shall see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between one who serves God and one who does not serve him.


“Then I will draw near to you for judgment. I will be a swift witness against the sorcerers, against the adulterers, against those who swear falsely, against those who oppress the hired worker in his wages, the widow and the fatherless, against those who thrust aside the sojourner, and do not fear me, says the Lord of hosts.


But all this has taken place that the Scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples left him and fled.


A nation that you have not known shall eat up the fruit of your ground and of all your labors, and you shall be only oppressed and crushed continually,


therefore you shall serve your enemies whom the Lord will send against you, in hunger and thirst, in nakedness, and lacking everything. And he will put a yoke of iron on your neck until he has destroyed you.


Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.


Then the people of Israel cried out to the Lord for help, for he had 900 chariots of iron and he oppressed the people of Israel cruelly for twenty years.


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