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Psalm 69:20 - King James 2000

20 Reproach has broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 Insults and reproach have broken my heart; I am full of heaviness and I am distressingly sick. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

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Common English Bible

20 Insults have broken my heart. I’m sick about it. I hoped for sympathy, but there wasn’t any; I hoped for comforters, but couldn’t find any.

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Psalm 69:20
15 Tagairtí Cros  

I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.


Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorn of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.


I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would acknowledge me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.


As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?


O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.


And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore my own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.


But all this was done, that the scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled. Then all the disciples forsook him, and fled.


And he came, and found them sleeping, and said unto Peter, Simon, do you sleep? could you not watch one hour?


And they all forsook him, and fled.


Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.


Behold, the hour comes, yea, is now come, that you shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.


And others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment:


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