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Psalm 69:20 - Modern King James Version

20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness; and I looked for some to mourn with me, 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
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I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.


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


I looked on my right hand, and I watched, but no one recognized me; escape was lost to me; no man cared for my soul.


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


O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermons, from mount Mizar.


And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was no one to uphold; therefore My own arm has saved for Me; and My fury upheld Me.


But all this happened that the Scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled. Then all the disciples fled, forsaking Him.


And He came and found them sleeping, and said to Peter, Simon, do you sleep? Could you not watch one hour?


And My soul is troubled, and what shall I say? Father, save Me from this hour? But for this cause I came to this hour.


Behold, the hour comes, yea, has now come, that you will be scattered, each man to his own things, and you will leave Me alone. And yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.


And others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings; yes, more, of bonds and imprisonments.


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