American Standard Version (1901)
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
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O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
Aw kai kaminawk ih canu, kazii to angzaeng oh loe, maiphu pongah amlet oh; maeto khue a tawnh ih capa to duek naah qah baktiah qah oh loe palungsae oh; parokung loe akra ai ah aicae nuiah pha tih boeh.
Ka pilnam tanu loh tlamhni bai lamtah hmaiphu dongah bol laeh. Oingaih cangloeng kah nguekcoinah te namah ham saii laeh. Mamih soah aka rhoelrhak loh buengrhuet ha pai dongah rhaengsaelung neh kosi ngawn dung coeng.
Ka pilnam tanu loh tlamhni bai lamtah hmaiphu dongah bol laeh. Oingaih cangloeng kah nguekcoinah te namah ham saii laeh. Mamih soah aka rhoelrhak loh buengrhuet ha pai dongah rhaengsaelung neh kosi ngawn dung coeng.
E ke kaikamahine o ko'u poe kanaka, e hoaahu oe i kapa Kumakena, a e lulu i ka lehu maluna ou; a e kumakena hoi oe, e like me ia no ka hanaukahi, he kumakena ino loa; no ka mea, e hele hoohikilele mai ana ka mea anai ia kakou.
O daughter of my people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with bitter wailing, as you would for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
Seyè a pale ak pèp li a, li di l': -Mete rad sak sou nou. Woule kò nou nan sann dife. Se pou nou gen lapenn tankou si nou te pèdi sèl pitit gason nou te genyen. Se pou nou plenn ak de ran dlo nan je nou. Paske moun k'ap vin detwi nou an ap atake nou san avèti.
Filia populi mei, accingere cilicio, et conspergere cinere: luctum unigeniti fac tibi, planctum amarum, quia repente veniet vastator super nos.
O daughter of my people, put on haircloth, rolling yourself in the dust: give yourself to sorrow, as for an only son, with most bitter cries of grief; for he who makes waste will come on us suddenly.
Fille de mon peuple, ceins-toi d’un sac, et roule-toi dans la cendre ; mène deuil comme pour un fils unique, [fais] une lamentation amère, car le dévastateur est venu subitement sur nous.
Ó dcero lidu mého, přepaš se žíní, a válej se v popele. Vydej se v kvílení, jako po synu jednorozeném, v kvílení přehořké; nebo náhle přitáhne zhoubce na nás.
LEUM GOD El fahk nu sin mwet lal, “Nokomang nuknuk yohk eoa ac ipippip in apat uh. Kowos in arulana tung ac mwemelil oana ke wen sefanna nutuwos el misa, mweyen el su tuku in sikikowosla ac fah tuku ke pacl na sa in mweuni kowos.
Ó filha do meu povo, vista-se de pano de saco, e revolva-se nas cinzas! Lamente, como por um filho único, um lamento muito amargo, pois o destruidor virá repentinamente sobre nós.
Fiică a poporului meu, încinge-te cu pânză de sac și tăvălește-te în cenușă; jelește, ca pentru singurul fiu, cea mai amară plângere, pentru că prădătorul va veni dintr-odată asupra noastră.
O daughter of my people, gird thyself with sackcloth: sprinkle thyself with ashes; make for thyself pitiable lamentation, as the mourning for a beloved son: for misery will come suddenly upon you.
ထာဝရဘုရားက မိမိလူမျိုးတော်အား``သင် တို့သည်လျှော်တေကိုဝတ်၍ပြာထဲ၌လူးလှိမ့် ကြလော့။ တစ်ဦးတည်းသောသားအတွက် ငိုကြွေး မြည်တမ်းသကဲ့သို့ဝမ်းနည်းပက်လက်ငိုကြွေး ကြလော့။ အဘယ်ကြောင့်ဆိုသော်သင်တို့အား သုတ်သင်ဖျက်ဆီးရန်လာသူသည် ရုတ်တရက် ဝင်ရောက်တိုက်ခိုက်မည်ဖြစ်သောကြောင့်တည်း။-
Daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes: make mourning, [as] for an only son — bitter lamentation; for the spoiler cometh suddenly upon us.
Tochter meines Volkes, gürte dir Sacktuch um und wälze dich in der Asche, trauere wie um den Eingeborenen, führe bittere Klage! Denn plötzlich wird der Verwüster über uns kommen.
O dochter Mijns volks! gord een zak aan, en wentel u in de as, maak u rouw eens enigen zoons, een zeer bitter misbaar; want de verstoorder zal ons snellijk overkomen.
Dochter van Sion, steek u in zakken, En wentel in as; Rouw als over een enig kind, stoot bittere klachten uit: Want plotseling komt over ons de verwoester!
Figliuola del mio popolo, cingiti d'un sacco, e voltolati nella cenere; fa' cordoglio, come per un figliuolo unico, ed un lamento amarissimo; perciocchè il guastatore verrà di subito sopra noi.
Gird thee with sackcloth, O daughter of my people, and sprinkle thee with ashes: make thee mourning as for an only son, a bitter lamentation, because the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
O daughter of my people, girde thee with sackecloth, and wallowe thy selfe in the ashes: make lamentation, and bitter mourning as for thine onely sonne: for the destroier shall suddenly come vpon vs.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, And roll thyself in ashes! Make thee mourning as for an only son, Most bitter lamentation! For suddenly shall the spoiler come upon us.
Klæd dig i Sæk, mit Folks Datter, vælt dig i Støvet, hold Sorg som over den enbårne, bitter Klage! Thi Hærværksmanden skal brat komme over os.
O daughter of my people, gird thyself with sackcloth, and roll thyself in the ashes: a mourning as for an only son prepare unto thee, a most bitter lamentation; for suddenly will the destroyer come over us.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes; make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
¶ O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
¶ O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
Hỡi con gái của dân ta, hãy thắt lưng bằng bao gai, và lăng trong tro bụi. Hãy phát tang như mất con trai một, làm cho nghe tiếng than khóc đắng cay; vì kẻ tàn phá sẽ xông tới trên chúng ta thình lình.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
¶ ʻE ʻofefine ʻo hoku kakai ke ke nonoʻo ʻaki koe ʻae tauangaʻa, pea fetafokifokiaki koe ʻi he efuefu; ke ke mamahi, ʻo hangē ko e fai ki he foha pe taha, ko e tangilāulau mamahi: koeʻuhi ʻe haʻu fakafokifā pe kiate koe ʻae fakaʻauha.
Fille de mon peuple, ceins-toi d'un sac, et roule-toi dans la cendre! Prends le deuil comme pour un fils unique, et fais une lamentation très amère; car le destructeur vient subitement sur nous.
Ho filino de Mia popolo! zonu vin per sakaĵo, rulu vin en cindro, funebru kiel pro sola filo, ploru maldolĉe, ĉar subite venos sur nin la pereiganto.
Fille de mon peuple, couvre-toi d’un sac et roule-toi dans la cendre, Prends le deuil comme pour un fils unique, Verse des larmes, des larmes amères! Car le dévastateur vient sur nous à l’improviste.
O Tochter meines Volks, zieh Säcke an und lege dich in Asche; trage Leid wie um einen einzigen Sohn und klage wie die, so hoch betrübt sind! denn der Verderber kommt über uns plötzlich.
O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth: sprinkle yourself with ashes; make for yourself pitiable lamentation, as the mourning for a beloved son: for misery will come suddenly upon you.
O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth: sprinkle yourself with ashes; make for yourself pitiable lamentation, as the mourning for a beloved son: for misery will come suddenly upon you.
O daughter of my people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with bitter wailing, as you would for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
O figliuola del mio popolo, cingiti d’un sacco, avvoltolati nella cenere, prendi il lutto come per un figliuolo unico, fa’ udire un amaro lamento, perché il devastatore ci piomba addosso improvviso.
Fille de mon peuple, revêts-toi d'un sac, et roule-toi dans la cendre ! Prends le deuil comme pour un fils unique, verse des larmes amères, car le destructeur fondra soudainement sur nous.
Hija de mi pueblo, cíñete de saco, y revuélcate en ceniza; hazte luto como por hijo único, llanto de amarguras: porque presto vendrá sobre nosotros el destruidor.
¡Pueblo mío, vístete de luto y revuélcate en la ceniza! Llora con amargura, como si se te hubiera muerto tu único hijo, porque el destructor vendrá sobre nosotros cuando menos lo esperemos.
Hija de mi pueblo, cíñete de cilicio y revuélcate en ceniza; pon luto como por hijo único, llanto de amargura; porque pronto vendrá sobre nosotros el destruidor.
Kćeri mog naroda, kostrijet pripaši, pospi se pepelom, nariči k'o za jedincem tužaljku pregorku. Jer će doći nenadano na nas pustošnik.
Kćeri naroda mog, pripaši kostret i valjaj se u pepelu, žali kao za sinom jedincem i ridaj gorko, jer će brzo doći na nas zatirač.
O mein Volk, umgürte dich mit einem Trauergewand und wälze dich in der Asche; veranstalte eine Trauer wie um den einzigen Sohn, bitterste Klage, denn gar plötzlich wird dich der Verwüster überfallen!
O daughter of my people, gird thyself with sackcloth: sprinkle thyself with ashes; make for thyself pitiable lamentation, as the mourning for a beloved son: for misery will come suddenly upon you.
בַּת־עַמִּ֤י חִגְרִי־שָׂק֙ וְהִתְפַּלְּשִׁ֣י בָאֵ֔פֶר אֵ֤בֶל יָחִיד֙ עֲשִׂ֣י לָ֔ךְ מִסְפַּ֖ד תַּמְרוּרִ֑ים כִּ֣י פִתְאֹ֔ם יָבֹ֥א הַשֹּׁדֵ֖ד עָלֵֽינוּ׃
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.
O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
θύγατερ λαοῦ μου, περίζωσαι σάκκον, κατάπασσε ἐν σποδῷ, πένθος ἀγαπητοῦ ποίησαι σεαυτῇ, κοπετὸν οἰκτρόν, ὅτι ἐξαίφνης ἥξει ταλαιπωρία ἐφ' ὑμᾶς.
Θύγατερ λαοῦ μου περίζωσαι σάκκον, κατάπασσε ἐν σποδῷ, πένθος ἀγαπητοῦ ποιήσαι σεαυτῇ κοπετὸν οἰκτρὸν, ὅτι ἐξαίφνης ἥξει ταλαιπωρία ἐφʼ ὑμᾶς.
Фийка попорулуй меу, акоперэ-те ку ун сак ши тэвэлеште-те ын ченушэ, желеште-те ка дупэ сингурул тэу фиу, варсэ лакримь, лакримь амаре! Кэч пе неаштептате вине пустииторул песте ной.
Ой ти, дочко мого люду! підпережись веретом, посип себе попелом, заридай, заплач гірко, як по синові одинчикові: незабаром нападе на нас погубник.
Ой ти, дочко мого люду! підпережись веретом, посип себе попелом, заридай, заплач гірко, як по синові одинчикові: незабаром нападе на нас погубник.
Кћери народа мог, припаши кострет и ваљај се у пепелу, жали као за сином јединцем и ридај горко, јер ће брзо доћи на нас затирач.
Дочь народа моего! опояшь себя вретищем и посыпь себя пеплом; сокрушайся, как бы о смерти единственного сына, горько плачь; ибо внезапно придет на нас губитель.
בַּת־עַמִּ֤י חִגְרִי־שָׂק֙ וְהִתְפַּלְּשִׁ֣י בָאֵ֔פֶר אֵ֤בֶל יָחִיד֙ עֲשִׂ֣י לָ֔ךְ מִסְפַּ֖ד תַּמְרוּרִ֑ים כִּ֣י פִתְאֹ֔ם יָבֹ֥א הַשֹּׁדֵ֖ד עָלֵֽינוּ׃
בת עמי חגרי שק והתפלשי באפר אבל יחיד עשי לך מספד תמרורים כי פתאם יבא השדד עלינו׃
يَا ٱبْنَةَ شَعْبِي، تَنَطَّقِي بِمِسْحٍ وَتَمَرَّغِي فِي ٱلرَّمَادِ. نَوْحَ وَحِيدٍ ٱصْنَعِي لِنَفْسِكِ مَنَاحَةً مُرَّةً، لِأَنَّ ٱلْمُخَرِّبَ يَأْتِي عَلَيْنَا بَغْتَةً.
ای دختر قوم من پلاس بپوش وخویشتن را در خاکستر بغلطان. ماتم پسر یگانه ونوحه گری تلخ برای خود بکن زیرا که تاراج کننده ناگهان بر ما میآید.
အို ငါ ၏လူမျိုး သတို့သမီး ၊ လျှော်တေ အဝတ်ကို ဝတ် စည်း၍ ပြာ ၌ လူး လဲလော့။ တ ယောက်တည်း သော သားသေသည်ကို ငိုကြွေး သကဲ့သို့၊ ငိုကြွေး၍ ပြင်းစွာ မြည်တမ်း လော့။ လုယူဖျက်ဆီး သောသူသည် ငါ တို့ ကို ချက်ခြင်း တိုက် လိမ့်မည်။
딸 내 백성이 굵은 베를 두르고 재에서 굴며 독자를 잃음같이 슬퍼하며 통곡할지어다 멸망 시킬 자가 홀연히 우리에게 올 것임이니라
娘なるわたしの民よ、粗布をまとい、灰の中を転げ回れ。一人息子を失った時のように、激しく嘆き悲しめ。破壊する者が突然、私たちに襲いかかるからだ。
我百姓的女儿啊,要穿上麻衣,在灰中打滚!要哀悼,如丧独子;要极其悲痛地哀哭,因为毁灭者必忽然临到我们。
我民 哪,应当腰束麻布,滚在灰中。 你要悲伤,如丧独生子痛痛哭号, 因为灭命的要忽然临到我们。
我民 哪,應當腰束麻布,滾在灰中。 你要悲傷,如喪獨生子痛痛哭號, 因為滅命的要忽然臨到我們。
Tu, filha de meu povo, veste-te de saco, e revolve-te em cinza; chora de luto como por um filho único, pranto de amarguras; porque logo virá sobre nós o destruidor.
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Mwâli w’olubaga lwâni yambala sunzu, civuluvunze omu luvù, jira emishîbo kulya banashîba omwâna w’ecûsha obande endûlù, bulyâla alingirhuhikakwo, kaheza.
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Gürte einen Sack um dich, o Tochter meines Volkes, und wälze dich in der Asche; traure wie um einen einzigen Sohn, halte bittere Klage! Denn plötzlich wird der Verwüster über uns kommen.
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Oh, hija de mi pueblo, ponte la ropa de cilicio, arrójate a la ceniza; date a la pena, como a un hijo único, con los más amargos gritos de dolor; porque el que nos va a destruir vendrá de repente sobre nosotros.
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Átate tela áspera y revuélcate en ceniza, oh hija de mi pueblo. Haz duelo como por hijo único y lamento de gran amargura, porque viene súbitamente el destructor sobre nosotros.
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O Bat Ami, gird thee with sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes; make thee evel (mourning), as for a yachid (only son), most bitter lamentation; for the shoded (destroyer) shall suddenly come upon us.
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