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Psalm 109:22 - King James Version - American Edition

22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded and stricken within me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.

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Common English Bible

22 because I am poor and needy, and my heart is broken.

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Psalm 109:22
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And when she came to the man of God to the hill, she caught him by the feet: but Geha´zi came near to thrust her away. And the man of God said, Let her alone; for her soul is vexed within her: and the Lord hath hid it from me, and hath not told me.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.


My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.


Because that he remembered not to show mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.


But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.


Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.


But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.


Bow down thine ear, O Lord, hear me: for I am poor and needy.


He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.


And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.


And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.


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.


For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich.


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