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1 Samuel 1:7 - Modern English Version

7 Thus it was yearly, when she went up to the house of the Lord, that she provoked her. So Hannah wept and did not eat.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 And as he did so year by year, when she went up to the house of the LORD, so she provoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 So it was year after year; whenever Hannah went up to the Lord's house, Peninnah provoked her, so she wept and did not eat.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 And as he did so year by year, when she went up to the house of Jehovah, so she provoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat.

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Common English Bible

7 So that is what took place year after year. Whenever Hannah went to the Lord’s house, Peninnah would make fun of her. Then she would cry and wouldn’t eat anything.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 And she did so every year, when the time returned for them to ascend to the temple of the Lord. And she provoked her in this way. And so, she wept and did not take food.

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1 Samuel 1:7
7 Tagairtí Cros  

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


Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.


eighty men came from Shechem, from Shiloh, and from Samaria, having their beards shaven, and their clothes torn, and their bodies gashed, with offerings and incense in their hands to bring them to the house of the Lord.


Now her rival provoked her greatly, making her miserable because the Lord had closed her womb.


Then said Elkanah her husband to her, “Hannah, why are you weeping? And why do you not eat? Why is your heart grieved? Am I not better to you than ten sons?”


Hannah prayed, saying: “My heart rejoices in the Lord; my horn is exalted in the Lord. My mouth is bold against my enemies, because I rejoice in Your salvation.


Now his mother would make him a little coat and brought it to him every year when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.


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