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But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing [was] sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

Psalmen 35:13 in verschillende vertalingen

Engels

KJV (66 books) But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
ASV But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted my soul with fasting; And my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
BSB Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth; I humbled myself with fasting, but my prayers returned unanswered.
DRA [34:13] But as for me, when they were troublesome to me, I was clothed with haircloth. I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer shall be turned into my bosom.
FBV But when they were sick, I put on clothes of sackcloth in sympathy. I denied myself through fasting. May my prayer for them return to bless me too.
GNV Yet I, when they were sicke, I was clothed with a sacke: I humbled my soule with fasting: and my praier was turned vpon my bosome.
JPS But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I afflicted my soul with fasting; and my prayer, may it return into mine own bosom.
LSV And I—in their sickness my clothing [is] sackcloth, || I have humbled my soul with fastings, || And my prayer returns to my bosom.
NIV (US) Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
OJB But as for me, when they were choleh (ill), my clothing was sackcloth; I humbled my nefesh with tzom (fasting); and my tefillah (prayer) turned back on mine own kheyk (bosom).
T4T When they were ill, I showed that I was sad. I did not eat any food, and I bowed my head as I prayed for them.
WEB (US) But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.

Nederlands

Canisius En toch, toen zìj ziek lagen, Trok ik het boetekleed aan, Putte mij door vasten uit, En het gebed was niet weg uit mijn hart;