American Standard Version (1901)
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
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My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Aw palung, palung! Palung thungah nat; kai ih palung loe tapok tom boeh pongah, kaom duem thai ai boeh; Aw ka hinghaih, misa pahruekhaih mongkah lok to na thaih boeh.
Kai bung, kai ko aih, aka vawn bangla ka lungbuei hop ah ka lamtawn coeng. Ka lungbuei loh ka khuiah hue a sak. Tuki ol ah ka omlip pawh. Aw ka hinglu caemtloek kah tamlung te na yaak rhoe na yaak coeng.
Kai bung, kai ko aih, aka vawn bangla ka lungbuei hop ah ka lamtawn coeng. Ka lungbuei loh ka khuiah hue a sak. Tuki ol ah ka omlip pawh. Aw ka hinglu caemtloek kah tamlung te na yaak rhoe na yaak coeng.
O kuu opu, o kuu opu! Ua hookaawiliia au ma kuu naau; ke kani nei ko'u naau iloko o'u. Aole au e noho ekemu ole, no ka mea, ua lohe oe, e kuu uhane, i ke kani ana o ka pu, a me ka hooho o ke kaua.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I have heard the sound of the horn, the alarm of battle.
Ay! Vant mwen! Vant mwen! Tout anndan m' ap fè m' mal! Kè mwen ap bat byen fò. M' pa ka pa pale. Mwen tande twonpèt lagè a ansanm ak rèl moun k'ap atake yo.
Ventrem meum, ventrem meum doleo; sensus cordis mei turbati sunt in me. Non tacebo, quoniam vocem buccinæ audivit anima mea, clamorem prælii.
My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
Mes entrailles ! mes entrailles ! je suis dans la douleur ! Les parois de mon cœur ! Mon cœur bruit au-dedans de moi, je ne puis me taire ; car, mon âme, tu entends le son de la trompette, la clameur de la guerre !
Ó, střeva má, střeva má, bolest trpím, ó osrdí mé, kormoutí se ve mně srdce mé, nemohuť mlčeti. Nebo hlas trouby slyšíš, duše má, a prokřikování vojenské.
Nga waiok! Nga tia ku in muteng waiok se inge! Insiuk kihmkimyak ke sangeng! Nga tia ku in misla. Nga lohng mwe ukuk Ac pusren sasa lun mweun.
Minha angústia, minha angústia! Sinto dores no fundo do meu coração! Meu coração treme dentro de mim. Não posso me calar, porque você ouviu, ó minha alma, o som da trombeta, o alarme de guerra.
Adâncurile mele! Adâncurile mele! Sunt îndurerat chiar în inima mea; inima mea vuiește în mine; nu pot să tac, deoarece tu ai auzit; suflete al meu, sunetul trâmbiței, alarma de război!
I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;
ငါ့အသည်းနာလှ၏။ မခံမရပ်နိုင်အောင် အသည်းနာ၏။ ငါသည်ပြင်းစွာနှလုံးတုန်၊ရင်ခုန်လျက် နေပါသည်တကား။ ငါသည်အငြိမ်မနေနိုင်တော့ပြီ။ တံပိုးခရာမှုတ်သံကိုလည်းကောင်း၊တိုက်ပွဲ ကြွေးကြော်သံများကိုလည်းကောင်းငါကြား ရ၏။
My bowels! my bowels! I am in travail! [Oh,] the walls of my heart! My heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace: for thou hearest, my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the clamour of war.
Meine Eingeweide, meine Eingeweide! Mir ist angst! Die Wände meines Herzens! Es tobt in mir mein Herz! Ich kann nicht schweigen! Denn du, meine Seele, hörst den Schall der Posaune, Kriegsgeschrei:
O mijn ingewand, mijn ingewand! ik heb barenswee, o wanden mijns harten! mijn hart maakt getier in mij, ik kan niet zwijgen; want gij, mijn ziel! hoort het geluid der bazuin en het krijgsgeschrei.
Mijn borst, mijn borst; ik krimp ineen, O, de wand van mijn hart; Hoe bonst mijn hart, Ik kan het niet stillen! Want ik hoor het geschal der trompetten, Het lawaai van de krijg;
Ahi! le mie interiora, le mie interiora! io sento un gran dolore ; ahi! il chiuso del mio cuore! il mio cuore romoreggia in me; io non posso racchetarmi; perciocchè, o anima mia, tu hai udito il suon della tromba, lo stormo della guerra.
My bowels, my bowels are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me, I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle.
My bely, my bely, I am pained, euen at the very heart: mine heart is troubled within me: I cannot be still: for my soule hath heard the sounde of the trumpet, and the alarme of the battell.
O my breast, my breast! I am pained in the walls of my heart; My heart trembleth within me; I cannot be silent; For thou hearest, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war!
Mit indre, mit Indre! Jeg skælver! Mit Hjertes Vægge! Mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig, ej kan jeg tie. Thi Hornets klang må jeg høre, Skrig fra Kampen;
My bowels, my bowels! I am shaken, at the very chambers of my heart; my heart beateth tumultuously in me; I cannot remain silent; because the sound of the cornet hast thou heard, O my soul, the alarm of war.
My bowels, my bowels! I writhe in pain! The chambers of my heart! My heart moaneth within me! I cannot hold my peace! because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the horn, the alarm of war.
¶ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
¶ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Oâi! tôi đau lòng, đau lòng! Cơn đau đớn quặn thắt lòng tôi; lòng đang bối rối trong tôi. Tôi không thể làm thinh! Hỡi linh hồn tôi, vì mầy nghe dọng kèn và tiếng giặc giã.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; My heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, Because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
¶ ʻA hoku fatu, ʻa hoku fatu! ʻOku ou mamahi ʻo aʻu ki hoku loto: ʻoku ueʻi hoku loto ʻiate au; ʻoku ʻikai te u faʻa fakalongo pe, koeʻuhi kuo u fanongo ki he meʻalea, kuo fanongo ʻa hoku laumālie ki he teu tau.
Mes entrailles! mes entrailles! Je sens de la douleur; le dedans de mon cœur, le cœur me bat. Je ne puis me taire! Car, ô mon âme! tu as entendu le son de la trompette, le cri du combat.
Mia internaĵo, mia internaĵo min doloras, batas mia koro, mi ne povas silenti; ĉar vi, mia animo, aŭdis sonon de korno, trumpetadon de batalo.
Mes entrailles! Mes entrailles: je souffre au-dedans de mon cœur, Le cœur me bat, je ne puis me taire; Car tu entends, mon âme, le son de la trompette, Le cri de guerre.
Wie ist mir so herzlich weh! Mein Herz pocht mir im Leibe, und habe keine Ruhe; denn meine Seele hört der Posaunen Hall und eine Feldschlacht
I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;
I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I have heard the sound of the horn, the alarm of battle.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Le mie viscere! le mie viscere! Io sento un gran dolore! Oh le pareti del mio cuore! Il mio cuore mi batte in petto! Io non posso tacermi; poiché, anima mia, tu odi il suon della tromba, il grido di guerra.
Mon angoisse, mon angoisse ! Je souffre jusqu'au fond de mon cœur ! Mon cœur frémit au-dedans de moi. Je ne peux me taire, car tu as entendu, ô mon âme, le son de la trompette, le cri de guerre.
¡Mis entrañas, mis entrañas! Me duelen las telas de mi corazón: mi corazón ruge dentro de mí; no callaré; porque voz de trompeta has oído, oh alma mía, pregón de guerra.
¡Qué dolor, qué dolor! ¡Siento que el corazón se me parte! Me late el pecho con fuerza y no puedo quedarme callado. Porque he escuchado el toque de la trompeta y el grito de guerra.
¡Mis entrañas, mis entrañas! ¡Me duelen las fibras de mi corazón! Mi corazón se conmueve dentro de mí; no callaré, porque sonido de trompeta has oído, alma mía, pregón de guerra.
Utrobo moja! Utrobo moja, bolujem, srce mi se razdire! Dršće mi duša! Ne mogu šutjeti, jer čujem glas roga, poklike bojne.
Jaoh utroba, jaoh utroba! Boli me u srcu; srce mi bije; ne mogu ćutati; jer glas trubni čuješ, dušo moja, viku ubojnu.
Meine Eingeweide! meine Eingeweide! Krümmen möchte ich mich vor Schmerz! O meines Herzens Wände! Es tobt mir das Herz, ich kann nicht stille sein! Denn den Trompetenschall hört meine Seele, den Lärmruf des Kriegs.
I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;
מֵעַ֣י ׀ מֵעַ֨י ׀ אחולה קִיר֥וֹת לִבִּ֛י הֹֽמֶה־לִּ֥י לִבִּ֖י לֹ֣א אַחֲרִ֑ישׁ כִּ֣י ק֤וֹל שׁוֹפָר֙ שמעתי נַפְשִׁ֔י תְּרוּעַ֖ת מִלְחָמָֽה׃
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained [at] the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul — a shout of battle!
τὴν κοιλίαν μου, τὴν κοιλίαν μου ἀλγῶ, καὶ τὰ αἰσθητήρια τῆς καρδίας μου· μαιμάσσει ἡ ψυχή μου, σπαράσσεται ἡ καρδία μου, οὐ σιωπήσομαι, ὅτι φωνὴν σάλπιγγος ἤκουσεν ἡ ψυχή μου, κραυγὴν πολέμου.
Τὴν κοιλίαν μου, τὴν κοιλίαν μου ἀλγῶ, καὶ τὰ αἰσθητήρια τῆς καρδίας μου, μαιμάσσει ἡ ψυχή μου, σπαράσσεται ἡ καρδία μου· οὐ σιωπήσομαι, ὅτι φωνὴν σάλπιγγος ἤκουσεν ἡ ψυχή μου, κραυγὴν πολέμου
Мэрунтаеле меле! Мэрунтаеле меле! Кум мэ доаре ынэунтрул инимий меле! Ымь бате инима, ну пот сэ так! Кэч аузь, суфлете, сунетул трымбицей ши стригэтул де рэзбой.
Ой утробо ж моя, утробо! смуток в глибинї серця мого, трівожиться в менї серце моє; не вмовчу нїяк; ти бо чуєш, душе моя, трубний гук, боєвий галас.
Ой утробо ж моя, утробо! смуток в глибинї серця мого, трівожиться в менї серце моє; не вмовчу нїяк; ти бо чуєш, душе моя, трубний гук, боєвий галас.
Јаох утроба, јаох утроба! Боли ме у срцу; срце ми бије; не могу ћутати; јер глас трубни чујеш, душо моја, вику убојну.
Утроба моя! утроба моя! скорблю во глубине сердца моего, волнуется во мне сердце мое, не могу молчать; ибо ты слышишь, душа моя, звук трубы, тревогу брани.
מֵעַ֣י ׀ מֵעַ֨י ׀ *אָחוּלָה (אֹוחִ֜ילָה) קִירֹ֥ות לִבִּ֛י הֹֽמֶה־לִּ֥י לִבִּ֖י לֹ֣א אַחֲרִ֑ישׁ כִּ֣י קֹ֤ול שֹׁופָר֙ *שָׁמַעְתִּי (שָׁמַ֣עַתְּ) נַפְשִׁ֔י תְּרוּעַ֖ת מִלְחָמָֽה׃
מעי מעי אחולה קירות לבי המה לי לבי לא אחריש כי קול שופר שמעתי נפשי תרועת מלחמה׃
أَحْشَائِي، أَحْشَائِي! تُوجِعُنِي جُدْرَانُ قَلْبِي. يَئِنُّ فِيَّ قَلْبِي. لَا أَسْتَطِيعُ ٱلسُّكُوتَ. لِأَنَّكِ سَمِعْتِ يَا نَفْسِي صَوْتَ ٱلْبُوقِ وَهُتَافَ ٱلْحَرْبِ.
احشای من احشای من، پرده های دل من ازدرد سفته شد و قلب من در اندرونم مشوش گردیده، ساکت نتوانم شد چونکه توای جان من آواز کرنا و نعره جنگ را شنیدهای.
ငါ့ အသည်း သည်နာ၏။ ငါ့ အသည်း သည်နာ၏။ ငါ့ နှလုံး အရေဖျား လည်းနာ ၏။ ငါ့ အထဲ ၌ ငါ့ နှလုံး ပူဆွေး ၏။ ငါသည် တိတ်ဆိတ် စွာ မနေနိုင်။ အကြောင်း မူကား၊ အိုငါ့ ဝိညာဉ် ၊ သင်သည် တံပိုး မှုတ်သံ နှင့် စစ်တိုက် သံ ကို ကြား ရ၏။
슬프고 아프다, 내 마음속이 아프고 내 마음이 답답하여 잠잠할 수 없으니 이는 나의 심령 네가 나팔소리와 전쟁의 경보를 들음이로다
私の苦しみよ、私の苦しみよ。胸の奥が痛む。胸が激しく鳴る。黙ってはいられない。私はラッパの音を、戦いの警報を聞いてしまった。
我的痛苦,我的痛苦!我心深处疼痛!我的心在我里面战栗。我不能缄默,因为我的灵魂啊,你已经听见号角声,战争的警报。
我的肺腑啊,我的肺腑啊,我心疼痛! 我心在我里面烦躁不安。 我不能静默不言, 因为我已经听见角声和打仗的喊声。
我的肺腑啊,我的肺腑啊,我心疼痛! 我心在我裏面煩躁不安。 我不能靜默不言, 因為我已經聽見角聲和打仗的喊聲。
Ai minhas entranhas, minhas entranhas! Estou com grandes dores nas paredes do meu coração; meu coração se inquieta, não consigo me calar; porque tu, ó alma minha, ouves o som da trombeta, o clamor da guerra.
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Alà ehindi omu nda wee! alà enda wee! alà nka yaluma wee! Omurhima bamâgudunda. Ntankahashihulika bulya namâyumva babûha omushekera. Cihôgêro ca ngabo yajà oku matabâro.
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Mein Leib, mein Leib, wie tut er mir so weh! O ihr Wände meines Herzens! Mein Herz tobt in mir; ich kann nicht schweigen! Denn der Posaune Ton habe ich vernommen, meine Seele Kriegsgeschrei.
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¡Mi alma, mi alma! Me duele hasta lo más profundo de mi corazón; mi corazón está turbado en mí; No puedo estar tranquilo, porque el sonido del cuerno, la nota de la guerra, ha llegado a mis oídos.
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¡Mis órganos internos, mis órganos internos! Me duelen las fibras de mi corazón. Mi corazón se agita dentro de mí. No puedo callarme porque escuché el sonido de trompeta y el pregón de la guerra.
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My innards, my innards! I am pained at my very lev; my lev is pounding in me; I cannot keep silent, because thou hast heard, O my nefesh, the kol shofar (sound of the shofar), the teru'at milchamah (battle alarm of war).
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