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Psalm 69:4 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

4 Those hating me were many above the hairs of my head: mine enemies destroying me by falsehood were strong: then I will turn back what I plucked not away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: They that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: Then I restored that which I took not away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Those who hate me without cause are more than the hairs of my head; those who would cut me off and destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are many and mighty. I am [forced] to restore what I did not steal. [John 15:25.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

4 More numerous than the hairs on my head are those who hate me for no reason. My treacherous enemies, those who would destroy me, are countless. Must I now give back what I didn’t steal in the first place?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 May those who wish evils upon me be turned back and blush with shame. May they be turned away immediately, blushing with shame, who say to me: "Well, well."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Let them be turned backward, and blush for shame that desire evils to me: Let them be presently turned away blushing for shame that say to me: 'T is well, 't is well.

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Psalm 69:4
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Mine enemies shall not rejoice over me for falsehood: they hating me gratuitously shall pinch the eye.


For evils even not being numbered encompassed about me: mine inquities overtook me, and I was not able to see; they were numerous above the hairs of my head, and my heart forsook me.


For behold, they lay in wait for my soul: the strong will gather against me; not my transgression and not my sin, O Jehovah.


Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.


But that the word written in their law might be completed, That they hated me gratuitously.


For him not knowing sin, he made sin for us; that we might be the justice of God in him.


Who did no sin, nor was deceit found in his mouth:


Who himself bear up our sins in his body upon the wood, that we, removed from sins, should live to justice: by whose bloody mark ye were healed.


For Christ also once suffered for sins, the just one for the unjust, that he might bring us near to God, truly put to death in the flesh, and made alive by the Spirit:


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