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Luke 18:5 - New International Version (Anglicised)

5 yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!” ’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Yet because this widow continues to bother me, I will defend and protect and avenge her, lest she give me intolerable annoyance and wear me out by her continual coming or at the last she come and rail on me or assault me or strangle me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest she wear me out by her continual coming.

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Common English Bible

5 but I will give this widow justice because she keeps bothering me. Otherwise, there will be no end to her coming here and embarrassing me.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 yet because this widow is pestering me, I will vindicate her, lest by returning, she may, in the end, wear me out.' "

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Yet because this widow is troublesome to me, I will avenge her, lest continually coming she weary me.

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Luke 18:5
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Four times they sent me the same message, and each time I gave them the same answer.


Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, ‘Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.’


I tell you, even though he will not get up and give you the bread because of friendship, yet because of your shameless audacity he will surely get up and give you as much as you need.


And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, “Grant me justice against my adversary.”


Those who led the way rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, ‘Son of David, have mercy on me!’


No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.


With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was sick to death of it.


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