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For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
Nongpata mah nawk tapen naah qah ih lok, ca tapen tangsuek nathuem ih kana ahamhaih lok baktih toengah, Zion canu hanghaih lok to ka thaih; anih loe ban to payangh moe, Kai loe khosak bing boeh! Kami hum kaminawk pongah, tha ka zok sut boeh, tiah a hangh.
Ol pakhat te satloh bangla ka yaak. Zion nu kah ol camueng bangla citcai a yaak. A kut a phuel tih sa-oe sut. Anunae kai aih he hlang aka ngawn rhoek taengah ka hinglu loh lamlum sut.
Ol pakhat te satloh bangla ka yaak. Zion nu kah ol camueng bangla citcai a yaak. A kut a phuel tih sa-oe sut. Anunae kai aih he hlang aka ngawn rhoek taengah ka hinglu loh lamlum sut.
No ka mea, ua lohe no au i ka leo, e like me ko ka wahine e hanau keiki ana, a i ke kuakoko, e like me ko ka wahine i hanau i kana hiapo, i ka leo hoi o ke kaikamahine o Ziona e kumakena ana ia ia iho, e hohola ana hoi i kona mau lima, me ka olelo iho, Auwe au ano! no ka mea, ua paupauaho kuu uhane no ka poe pepehi kanaka.
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child— the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands to say, “Woe is me, for my soul faints before the murderers!”
Mwen tande yon rèl, tankou rèl fanm ki gen tranche, rèl fanm k'ap fè premye pitit li. Se rèl moun lavil Jerizalèm yo k'ap chache pran souf. Y'ap lonje men yo. Y'ap rele: -Anmwe! Nou pa kapab ankò! Men y'ap fin touye nou.
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperæ: vox filiæ Sion intermorientis, expandentisque manus suas: Væ mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos !]
A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone from me before the takers of life.
Car j’ai entendu une voix comme celle d’une femme en travail, une angoisse comme d’une femme enfantant son premier-né, la voix de la fille de Sion ; elle soupire, elle étend ses mains : Malheur à moi ! car mon âme a défailli à cause des meurtriers !
Nebo slyším hlas jako rodičky, svírání jako té, kteráž po nejprvé ku porodu pracuje, hlas dcery Sionské, ustavičně vzdychající, a lomící rukama svýma, říkající: Běda mně nyní, nebo ustala duše má pro vrahy.
Nga lohng sie sao, oana pusren sie mutan akola in isus, Oana pusren tung lun sie mutan oswe tulik se oemeet natul. Pa inge tung lun Jerusalem, ke el suk mongol Ac asroelik paol ac fahk, “Nga ac misa! Elos tuku in uniyuwi!”
Pois ouvi uma voz como a de uma mulher em trabalho de parto, a angústia como a daquela que dá à luz o seu primeiro filho, a voz da filha de Sião, que ofega, que estende as mãos, dizendo: “Ai de mim agora! Pois a minha alma desfalece diante dos assassinos.”
Pentru că am auzit o voce ca a unei femei în durerile nașterii și chinul ca a celei care naște pe întâiul ei născut, vocea fiicei Sionului, care se tânguie, care își întinde mâinile, spunând: Vai mie acum! Pentru că sufletul meu este obosit din cauza ucigașilor.
For I have heard thy groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, saying, Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
သားဖွားဝေဒနာခံရသောအမျိုးသမီး ၏အသံ၊ သားဦးကိုဖွားမြင်သည့်အမျိုးသမီးဟစ် အော်သံနှင့် တူသည့်အသံတစ်ခုကိုငါကြား၏။ ထိုအသံမှာမောဟိုက်၍လက်တုန်နေသော ယေရုရှလင်မြို့၏အသံပင်ဖြစ်ပေသည်။ သူက``ငါသည်အမင်္ဂလာရှိ၏။ သူတို့သည် ငါ့အားသတ်ရန်လာကြလေပြီဆို၏။''
For I hear a voice, as of a woman in travail, anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion: she moaneth, she spreadeth forth her hands, [saying], Woe unto me! for my soul faileth because of murderers.
Denn ich höre eine Stimme wie von einer Kreißenden, Angst wie von einer Erstgebärenden, die Stimme der Tochter Zion; sie seufzt, sie breitet ihre Hände aus: Wehe mir! Denn kraftlos erliegt meine Seele den Mördern.
Want ik hoor een stem als van een vrouw, die in arbeid is, een benauwdheid als van een, die in des eersten kinds nood is, de stem van de dochter Sions; zij hijgt, zij breidt haar handen uit, zeggende: O, wee mij nu, want mijn ziel is moede vanwege de doodslagers!
Ik hoor al het gillen als van een vrouw in haar weeën, Het krijten als bij een eerste kind. Het is het kermen van de dochter van Sion, Die naar adem snakt, de handen wringt. Wee mij! O, ik bezwijk Onder de slagen der beulen!
Perciocchè io ho udito un grido, come di donna che partorisce; una distretta, come di donna che è sopra parto del suo primogenito; il grido della figliuola di Sion, che sospira ansando, ed allarga le palme delle sue mani , dicendo: Ahi lassa me! perciocchè l'anima mi vien meno per gli ucciditori.
For I have heard the voice as of a woman in travail, anguishes as of a woman in labor of a child. The voice of the daughter of Sion, dying away, spreading her hands: Woe is me, for my soul hath fainted because of them that are slain.
For I haue heard a noyse as of a woman trauailing, or as one labouring of her first child, euen the voyce of the daughter Zion that sigheth and stretcheth out her handes: woe is me nowe: for my soule fainteth because of the murtherers.
I hear a cry, as of a woman in travail, Anguish, as of her that bringeth forth her first child. The voice of the daughter of Zion. She sobbeth, she spreadeth out her hands, “Ah! woe is me! I am dying by murderers!”
Thi jeg hører Råb som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: “Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder.”
For a voice as of a woman in travail have I heard, the anguish as of one that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that groaneth, that spreadeth out her hands, [saying,] “Woe is me now! for my soul succumbeth to the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands: 'Woe is me, now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.'
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
Vì ta nghe tiếng, như tiếng đàn bà đẻ, tiếng thảm thương như tiếng đàn bà đẻ con so. Aáy là tiếng con gái Si-ôn, thở và giang tay ra mà rằng: Khốn nạn cho tôi! linh hồn tôi đã ngất đi trước mặt kẻ giết người!
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, The voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, Saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
He kuo u fanongo ki he leʻo ʻo hangē ko e fefine ʻoku langā, pea mo e mamahi ʻo hangē ko ia kuo ne fāʻeleʻi ʻene ʻuluaki tama, ko e leʻo ʻoe ʻofefine ʻo Saione, ʻaia ʻoku toʻe pea mafao hono nima, ʻo pehē, “ʻOiauē au! He ʻoku vaivai hoku laumālie koeʻuhi ko e kau fakapō.”
Car j'entends comme le cri d'une femme en travail, comme l'angoisse d'une femme à son premier enfantement; c'est le cri de la fille de Sion qui soupire, étendant les mains: “Ah! malheur à moi! car mon âme succombe sous les meurtriers! “
Ĉar Mi aŭdas krion kiel de naskantino, ĝemegadon kiel de virino naskanta la unuan infanon, krion de la filino de Cion; ŝi ĝemas, kaj etendas siajn manojn: Ho ve al mi! ĉar mia animo pereas de la mortigantoj.
Car j’entends des cris comme ceux d’une femme en travail, Des cris d’angoisse comme dans un premier enfantement. C’est la voix de la fille de Sion; elle soupire, elle étend les mains: Malheureuse que je suis! Je succombe sous les meurtriers!
Denn ich höre ein Geschrei als einer Gebärerin, eine Angst als einer, die in den ersten Kindesnöten ist, ein Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da klagt und die Hände auswirft: “Ach, wehe mir! Ich muß fast vergehen vor den Würgern.”
For I have heard your groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, saying, Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
For I have heard your groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, saying, Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child—the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands to say, “Woe is me, for my soul faints before the murderers!”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying , Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
Poiché io odo de’ gridi come di donna ch’è nei dolori; un’angoscia come quella di donna nel suo primo parto; è la voce della figliuola di Sion, che sospira ansimando e stende le mani: “Ahi me lassa! che l’anima mia vien meno dinanzi agli uccisori”.
Car j'ai entendu une voix comme celle d'une femme en travail, l'angoisse comme celle d'une femme qui accouche de son premier enfant, la voix de la fille de Sion, qui halète, qui tend les mains et s'écrie : « Malheur à moi maintenant ! Car je défaille devant les meurtriers. »
Porque voz oí como de mujer que está de parto, angustia como de primeriza; voz de la hija de Sión que lamenta y extiende sus manos, diciendo: ¡Ay ahora de mí! que mi alma desmaya á causa de los matadores.
Oigo gritos como de una mujer de parto, como los de alguien que da a luz por primera vez. Es la voz de la ciudad de Sión, que respira con dificultad y extiende los brazos diciendo: “¡Ay de mí, que me muero en manos de los asesinos!”.
Porque oí una voz como de mujer que está de parto, angustia como de primeriza; voz de la hija de Sión que jadea y extiende sus manos, diciendo: «¡Ay de mí ahora! que mi alma desmaya ante los asesinos».
Da, jauk kao u bolesnice čujem, vrisak kao u one što prvi put rađa; čuj, to kći sionska jeca i pruža ruke: 'Jao meni! Duša mi zamire pod udarcima ubojica!'
Jer čujem glas kao porodiljin, cviljenje kao žene koja se prvi put porađa, glas kćeri sionske, koja rida, pruža ruke svoje govoreći: Teško meni! Jer mi nestaje duša od ubilaca.
Ja, Geschrei höre ich, wie von einer Kreißenden, Angstruf wie von einer Erstgebärenden: das Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da keuchend sich abquält, ihre Hände flehend ausbreitet: O wehe mir! denn Mördern erliegt meine Seele!
For I have heard thy groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, saying, Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
כִּי֩ ק֨וֹל כְּחוֹלָ֜ה שָׁמַ֗עְתִּי צָרָה֙ כְּמַבְכִּירָ֔ה ק֧וֹל בַּת־צִיּ֛וֹן תִּתְיַפֵּ֖חַ תְּפָרֵ֣שׂ כַּפֶּ֑יהָ אֽוֹי־נָ֣א לִ֔י כִּֽי־עָיְפָ֥ה נַפְשִׁ֖י לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ פ
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For a voice as of a sick woman I have heard, Distress, as of one bringing forth a first-born, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She bewaileth herself, she spreadeth out her hands, 'Woe to me now, for weary is my soul of slayers!'
ὅτι φωνὴν ὡς ὠδινούσης ἤκουσα, τοῦ στεναγμοῦ σου ὡς πρωτοτοκούσης, φωνὴ θυγατρὸς Σιών· ἐκλυθήσεται καὶ παρήσει τὰς χεῖρας αὐτῆς· οἴμοι ἐγώ, ὅτι ἐκλείπει ἡ ψυχή μου ἐπὶ τοῖς ἀνῃρημένοις.
Ὅτι φωνὴν ὡς ὠδινούσης ἤκουσα τοῦ στεναγμοῦ σου, ὡς πρωτοτοκούσης· φωνὴ θυγατρὸς Σιὼν ἐκλυθήσεται, καὶ παρήσει τὰς χεῖρας αὐτῆς· οἴμοι ἐγὼ, ὅτι ἐκλείπει ἡ ψυχή μου ἐπὶ τοῖς ἀνῃρημένοις.
Кэч Еу ауд ниште ципете ка але уней фемей ын кинуриле наштерий, ципете де дурере ка ла чя динтый фачере. Есте гласул фийчей Сионулуй, каре суспинэ ши ынтинде мыниле зикынд: ‘Ненорочита де мине! Мор дин причина учигашилор!’
Я бо чую крик, мов би породїлї, стогнаннє, неначе первородючої, — крик дочки Сионової; вона стогне, простягаючи руки свої: „Ой лишенько моє! душа моя вмлїває перед убийцями!‟
Я бо чую крик, мов би породїлї, стогнаннє, неначе первородючої, — крик дочки Сионової; вона стогне, простягаючи руки свої: „Ой лишенько моє! душа моя вмлїває перед убийцями!‟
Јер чујем глас као породиљин, цвиљење као жене која се први пут порађа, глас кћери сионске, која рида, пружа руке своје говорећи: Тешко мени! Јер ми нестаје душа од убилаца.
Ибо Я слышу голос как бы женщины в родах, стон как бы рождающей в первый раз, голос дочери Сиона; она стонет, простирая руки свои: “о, горе мне! душа моя изнывает пред убийцами”.
כִּי֩ קֹ֨ול כְּחֹולָ֜ה שָׁמַ֗עְתִּי צָרָה֙ כְּמַבְכִּירָ֔ה קֹ֧ול בַּת־צִיֹּ֛ון תִּתְיַפֵּ֖חַ תְּפָרֵ֣שׂ כַּפֶּ֑יהָ אֹֽוי־נָ֣א לִ֔י כִּֽי־עָיְפָ֥ה נַפְשִׁ֖י לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ פ
כי קול כחולה שמעתי צרה כמבכירה קול בת ציון תתיפח תפרש כפיה אוי נא לי כי עיפה נפשי להרגים׃
لِأَنِّي سَمِعْتُ صَوْتًا كَمَاخِضَةٍ، ضِيقًا مِثْلَ ضِيقِ بِكْرِيَّةٍ. صَوْتَ ٱبْنَةِ صِهْيَوْنَ تَزْفِرُ. تَبْسُطُ يَدَيْهَا قَائِلَةً: «وَيْلٌ لِي، لِأَنَّ نَفْسِي قَدْ أُغْمِيَ عَلَيْهَا بِسَبَبِ ٱلْقَاتِلِينَ».
زیرا که آوازی شنیدم مثل آواززنی که درد زه دارد و تنگی مثل زنی که نخست زاده خویش را بزاید یعنی آواز دخترصهیون را که آه میکشد و دستهای خود را درازکرده، میگوید: وای بر من زیرا که جان من بهسبب قاتلان بیهوش شده است.
အကယ် စင်စစ် သားဘွား သော မိန်းမ ညည်းသံ ၊ သား ဦးဘွား သော မိန်းမ၏ ဝေဒနာခံရာ အသံ ကဲ့သို့ ၊ ဇိအုန် သတို့သမီး အော်ဟစ်သံကို ငါကြားရ၏။ ထိုသတို့သမီးက၊ အကျွန်ုပ် သည် အမင်္ဂလာ ရှိပါ၏။ လူသတ် များကြောင့်၊ အကျွန်ုပ်စိတ်ပျက် ပါ၏ဟု မိမိ လက် ဝါးကို ဖြန့် ၍ ငိုကြွေး လျက်နေ၏။
내가 소리를 들은즉 여인의 해산하는 소리 같고 초산하는 자의 고통하는 소리 같으니 이는 딸 시온의 소리라 그가 헐떡이며 그 손을 펴고 이르기를 내게 화 있도다 ! 살륙하는 자를 인하여 나의 심령이 피곤하도다 하는도다
私は、産みの苦しみにある女のような声、初めての子を産む女のような苦悶の声を聞いた。息を切らし、両手を広げる娘なるシオンの声である。彼女は言う。「ああ、私は何と災いなことか。殺す者たちの前で、私は力尽きる。」
因为我听见声音，好像临产妇人的声音，又像生头胎者的痛苦呼喊，是锡安女儿的声音；她喘息，伸开双手，说：“我现在有祸了！因为我的灵魂在杀人者面前发昏。”
我听见有声音，仿佛妇人产难的声音， 好像生头胎疼痛 的声音， 是 锡安女子 的声音； 她喘着气、挓挲手， 说：我有祸了！ 在杀人的跟前，我的心发昏了。
我聽見有聲音，彷彿婦人產難的聲音， 好像生頭胎疼痛 的聲音， 是 錫安女子 的聲音； 她喘着氣、挓挲手， 說：我有禍了！ 在殺人的跟前，我的心發昏了。
Porque ouço uma voz, como de mulher que está de parto, uma angústia como de parto de primeiro filho; é a voz da filha de Sião, que lamenta e estende suas mãos, dizendo : Ai de mim agora! Pois minha alma desmaia por causa dos assassinos.
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Namâyumva omuniho guli nka gwa muzîre izîmi lyamâkoma, omulenge guli nka gwa muhya wayig’iburha, mwâli wa Siyoni odwîrhe alaka alengezize n’amaboko erhi: namâhera! namâfà n’empîmbo za balya bakaheza ngabo.
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Denn ich höre ein Geschrei wie von einer, die in Wehen liegt, ein Angstruf wie von einer, die zum erstenmal Mutter wird: die Stimme der Tochter Zion welche stöhnt und ihre Hände ausbreitet: O wehe mir, denn meine Seele erliegt den Mördern!
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Una voz ha llegado a mis oídos como la voz de una mujer en dolores de parto, el dolor de alguien que dio a luz a su primer hijo, la voz de la hija de Sión, luchando por respirar, extendiendo sus manos, diciendo: ¡Ahora el dolor es mío! porque mi fuerza se ha ido de mí a causa de los asesinos.
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Porque oí un grito como de mujer que está de parto, la angustia como de primeriza. Es el grito angustiado de la hija de Sion que clama, extiende sus brazos y dice: ¡Ay de mí! ¡Mi alma desfallece ante los asesinos!
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For I have heard a kol (outcry) like that of a woman in travail, and in labor pain like that of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of Bat Tziyon, that waileth, that stretcheth out her hands, saying: Oy nah li (Woe is me now)! For my nefesh is weary because of murderers.
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