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Genesis 20:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 Besides, she is indeed my sister, the daughter of my father, but not the daughter of my mother; and she became my wife.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And yet indeed she is my sister; she is the daughter of my father, but not the daughter of my mother; and she became my wife.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 But truly, she is my sister; she is the daughter of my father but not of my mother; and she became my wife.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And moreover she is indeed my sister, the daughter of my father, but not the daughter of my mother; and she became my wife:

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Common English Bible

12 She is, truthfully, my sister—my father’s daughter but not my mother’s daughter—and she’s now my wife.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 Yet, in another way, she is also truly my sister, the daughter of my father, and not the daughter of my mother, and I took her as a wife.

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Genesis 20:12
8 Tagairtí Cros  

Avram and Nachor took wives. The name of Avram's wife was Sarai, and the name of Nachor's wife, Milkah, the daughter of Charan who was also the father of Yiskah.


Please say that you are my sister, that it may be well with me for your sake, and that my soul may live because of you.*


Avraham said, *Because I thought, 'Surely the fear of God is not in this place. They will kill me for my wife's sake.'


It happened, when God caused me to wander from my father's house, that I said to her, 'This is your kindness which you shall show to me. Everywhere that we go, say of me, *He is my brother.*'*


Avraham said about Sarah his wife, *She is my sister.* Avimelekh king of Gerar sent, and took Sarah.


The men of the place asked him about his wife. He said, *She is my sister,* for he was afraid to say, *My wife,* lest, he thought, *the men of the place might kill me for Rivka, because she is beautiful to look at.*


I, where shall I carry my shame? and as for you, you will be as one of the fools in Yisra'el. Now therefore, please speak to the king; for he will not withhold me from you.


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