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1 Samuel 1:10 - New International Version (Anglicised)

10 In her deep anguish Hannah prayed to the Lord, weeping bitterly.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto the LORD, and wept sore.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 And [Hannah] was in distress of soul, praying to the Lord and weeping bitterly.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto Jehovah, and wept sore.

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Common English Bible

10 Hannah was very upset and couldn’t stop crying as she prayed to the LORD.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 And since Hannah was bitter in soul, she prayed to the Lord, weeping greatly.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 As Anna had her heart full of grief, she prayed to the Lord, shedding many tears.

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1 Samuel 1:10
22 Tagairtí Cros  

When Rachel saw that she was not bearing Jacob any children, she became jealous of her sister. So she said to Jacob, ‘Give me children, or I’ll die!’


When they reached the threshing-floor of Atad, near the Jordan, they lamented loudly and bitterly; and there Joseph observed a seven-day period of mourning for his father.


As he finished speaking, the king’s sons came in, wailing loudly. The king, too, and all his attendants wept very bitterly.


You know your father and his men; they are fighters, and as fierce as a wild bear robbed of her cubs. Besides, your father is an experienced fighter; he will not spend the night with the troops.


‘Remember, Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly.


‘I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.


‘Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


He would not let me catch my breath but would overwhelm me with misery.


and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honour me.’


He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him.


Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no-one else can share its joy.


But what can I say? He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.


The Lord will call you back as if you were a wife deserted and distressed in spirit – a wife who married young, only to be rejected,’ says your God.


If you do not listen, I will weep in secret because of your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly, overflowing with tears, because the Lord’s flock will be taken captive.


Do not weep for the dead king or mourn his loss; rather, weep bitterly for him who is exiled, because he will never return nor see his native land again.


He has filled me with bitter herbs and given me gall to drink.


And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.


During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.


The people went to Bethel, where they sat before God until evening, raising their voices and weeping bitterly.


‘Don’t call me Naomi,’ she told them. ‘Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.


And she made a vow, saying, ‘Lord Almighty, if you will only look on your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life, and no razor will ever be used on his head.’


Once when they had finished eating and drinking in Shiloh, Hannah stood up. Now Eli the priest was sitting on his chair by the doorpost of the Lord’s house.


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