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Psalm 44:22 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

22 Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; We are counted as sheep for the slaughter.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 No, but for Your sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. [Rom. 8:35-39.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

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Common English Bible

22 No, God, it’s because of you that we are getting killed every day— it’s because of you that we are considered sheep ready for slaughter.

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Psalm 44:22
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Sarah denied, saying, *I didn't laugh,* for she was afraid. He said, *No, but you did laugh.*


He said, I have been very jealous for the LORD, the God Tzeva'ot; for the children of Yisra'el have forsaken your covenant, thrown down your altars, and slain your prophets with the sword: and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away.


You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.


You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations.


The LORD knows the thoughts of man, that they are futile.


He was oppressed, yet when he was afflicted he didn't open his mouth; as a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and as a sheep that before its shearers is mute, so he didn't open his mouth.


I, the LORD, search the mind, I try the heart, even to give every man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his doings.


But all these things will they do to you for my name's sake, because they don't know him who sent me.


Even as it is written, *For your sake we are killed all day long. We were accounted as sheep for the slaughter.*


For, I think that God has displayed us, the emissaries, last of all, like men sentenced to death. For we are made a spectacle to the world, both to angels and men.


The Mighty One, God, the LORD, the Mighty One, God, the LORD, he knows; and Yisra'el he shall know: if it be in rebellion, or if in trespass against the LORD (don't save us this day),


I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the holy ones, and with the blood of the martyrs of Yeshua. When I saw her, I wondered with great amazement.


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