American Standard Version (1901)
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
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They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
Nihcae mah amnonawk khaeah, Naa ah maw takaw hoi misurtui to oh? tiah naa o; ahmaa kacaa baktiah thazok o moe, vangpui loklamnawk ah angsong o sut naah, amno saoek nuiah nawkta hinghaih qui to apet.
A manu rhoek taengah tah, “Cangpai neh misurtui ta?” a ti uh. Khopuei toltung ah rhok bangla rhae uh tih a hinglu te a manu kah rhang dongah a kingling uh.
A manu rhoek taengah tah, “Cangpai neh misurtui ta?” a ti uh. Khopuei toltung ah rhok bangla rhae uh tih a hinglu te a manu kah rhang dongah a kingling uh.
Ke olelo nei lakou i ko lakou poe makuwahine, Auhea ka berena, a me ka waina? No ka mea, ua maule lakou e like me ka poe i houia ma na alanui o ke kulanakauhale, Ua kaili aku hoi ko lakou ea ma ka poli o ko lakou poe makuwahine.
They cry out to their mothers: “Where is the grain and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their lives fade away in the arms of their mothers.
Y'ap rele manman yo, Y'ap kriye pou pen ak dlo sikre. Yo tonbe san konesans nan lari a tankou moun ki blese, yo mouri nan bra manman yo.
Lamed Matribus suis dixerunt: Ubi est triticum et vinum? cum deficerent quasi vulnerati in plateis civitatis, cum exhalarent animas suas in sinu matrum suarum.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they are falling like the wounded in the open squares of the town, when their life is drained out on their mother's breast.
Ils disent à leurs mères : Où est le blé et le vin ? – défaillant dans les places de la ville comme des blessés à mort, [et] rendant l’âme sur le sein de leurs mères.
A říkají matkám svým: Kdež jest obilé a víno? když se jako zraněný svírají po ulicích města, a vypouštějí duše své na klíně matek svých.
Elos tung nu sin nina kialos ke elos masrinsral ac malu; Elos ikor fin inkanek uh oana in fakfuki elos. Ac kuiyalos sriksrikeni nwe ke na elos misa inpoun nina kialos.
Eles perguntam às suas mães: “Onde estão o trigo e o vinho?” enquanto desmaiam como os feridos nas ruas da cidade, enquanto a sua alma se derrama no colo de suas mães.
Ei spun mamelor lor: Unde sunt grânele și vinul? când au leșinat asemenea celor răniți pe străzile cetății, când sufletul lor a fost turnat în sânul mamelor lor.
Lamed. They said to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? while they fainted like wounded men in the streets of the city, while their souls were poured out into their mother's bosom.
သူတို့သည်ရေငတ်ဆာလောင်သဖြင့်မိခင် များထံတွင် ငိုကြွေးလျက်နေကြ၏။ ဒဏ်ရာရသူများကဲ့သို့သူတို့သည် လမ်းများပေါ်တွင်လဲကျကာ မိခင်များ၏ရင်ခွင်၌တဖြည်းဖြည်း သေဆုံးသွားရကြလေသည်။
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city; when they pour out their soul into their mothers' bosom.
Zu ihren Müttern sagen sie: Wo ist Korn und Wein? indem sie wie tödlich Verwundete hinschmachten auf den Straßen der Stadt, indem ihre Seele sich ergießt in den Busen ihrer Mütter.
Lamed. Als zij tot hun moeders zeggen: Waar is koren en wijn, als zij op de straten der stad in onmacht zinken, als de verslagenen; als zich hun ziel uitschudt in den schoot hunner moeders.
Ze vragen hun moeders: Waar is koren en wijn? In onmacht zinken ze neer In de straten der stad, Of geven de geest Op de schoot van hun moeders.
E dicevano alle madri loro: Dove vi è del frumento e del vino? E svenivano, come un ferito per le strade della città, E l'anima loro si versava nel seno delle madri loro.
Lamed. They said to their mothers: Where is corn and wine? when they fainted away as the wounded in the streets of the city: when they breathed out their souls in the bosoms of their mothers.
They haue sayd to their mothers, Where is bread and drinke? when they swooned as the wounded in the streetes of the citie, and whe they gaue vp the ghost in their mothers bosome.
They say to their mothers, “Where is corn and wine?” While they faint, as one wounded, in the streets of the city; While their life is poured out into their mother's bosom.
hver spørger sin Moder: “Hvor er der Korn og Vin?” forsmægter på Byens Torve som en, der er såret, idet de udånder Sjælen ved Moderens Bryst.
To their mothers they say, Where is corn and wine? when they faint away like the deadly wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out on the bosom of their mother.
They say to their mothers: 'Where is corn and wine?' when they swoon as the wounded in the broad places of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
Chúng nó nói cùng mẹ mình rằng: tìm thóc và rượu ở đâu? Khi ngất đi như kẻ bị thương, nơi các đường phố trong thành; Và khi chúng nó tắt hơi trên lòng mẹ mình.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? When they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
ʻOku nau pehē ki heʻenau ngaahi faʻē, “Kofaʻā ʻae koane mo e uaine?” ʻI heʻenau pongia ʻo hangē ko e kau kafo ʻi he hala ʻoe kolo, ʻi he ʻaho ko ia, ʻaia naʻe lilingi ai ʻa honau laumālie ki he fatafata ʻo ʻenau ngaahi faʻē.
Ils disaient à leurs mères: Où est le froment et le vin? lorsqu'ils défaillaient comme des blessés à mort dans les places de la ville, et rendaient l'âme sur le sein de leurs mères.
Al siaj patrinoj ili diris: Kie estas pano kaj vino? Ili falis kiel vunditaj sur la stratoj de la urbo, Kaj eligis sian animon sur la brusto de siaj patrinoj.
Ils disaient à leurs mères: Où y a-t-il du blé et du vin? Et ils tombaient comme des blessés dans les rues de la ville, Ils rendaient l’âme sur le sein de leurs mères.
da sie so zu ihren Müttern sprachen: Wo ist Brot und Wein? da sie auf den Gassen in der Stadt verschmachteten wie die tödlich Verwundeten und in den Armen ihrer Mütter den Geist aufgaben.
LAMED. They said to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? while they fainted like wounded men in the streets of the city, while their souls were poured out into their mother's bosom.
LAMED. They said to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? while they fainted like wounded men in the streets of the city, while their souls were poured out into their mother's bosom.
They cry out to their mothers: “Where is the grain and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their lives fade away in the arms of their mothers.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
Essi chiedevano alle loro madri: “Dov’è il pane, dov’è il vino?…” e intanto venivano meno come de’ feriti a morte nelle piazze della città, e rendevano l’anima sul seno delle madri loro.
Ils demandent à leurs mères : « Où sont le blé et le vin ? » tandis qu'ils défaillent comme des blessés dans les rues de la ville, tandis que leur vie s'éteint sur le sein de leur mère.
Decían á sus madres: ¿Dónde está el trigo y el vino? Desfallecían como heridos en las calles de la ciudad, derramando sus almas en el regazo de sus madres.
Les preguntan a sus madres: “¿Dónde hay algo de comer y beber?”, mientras caen desmayados como heridos en las calles de la ciudad, mientras su vida se apaga en el regazo de sus madres.
Dicen a sus madres: «¿Dónde está el trigo y el vino?», mientras desfallecen como heridos en las calles de la ciudad, exhalando el alma en el regazo de sus madres.
Govore majkama svojim: “Gdje je žito i vino?” dok obamiru kao ranjeni po trgovima Grada, dok ispuštaju dušu svoju na grudima matera svojih.
Govore materama svojim: Gde je žito i vino? Obamiru kao ranjenici na ulicama gradskim, i ispuštaju dušu svoju u naručju matera svojih.
Ihren Müttern rufen sie zu: Wo ist Korn und Wein? verschmachtend wie Todeswunde auf den Straßen der Stadt, indem sie ihr Leben aushauchen an ihrer Mütter Busen.
They said to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? While they fainted like wounded men In the streets of the city, While their souls were poured out Into their mother’s bosom.
לְאִמֹּתָם֙ יֹֽאמְר֔וּ אַיֵּ֖ה דָּגָ֣ן וָיָ֑יִן בְּהִֽתְעַטְּפָ֤ם כֶּֽחָלָל֙ בִּרְחֹב֣וֹת עִ֔יר בְּהִשְׁתַּפֵּ֣ךְ נַפְשָׁ֔ם אֶל־חֵ֖יק אִמֹּתָֽם׃ ס
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
They ask their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
To their mothers they say, 'Where [are] corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
Ταῖς μητράσιν αὐτῶν εἶπαν· ποῦ σῖτος καὶ οἶνος; ἐν τῷ ἐκλύεσθαι αὐτοὺς ὡς τραυματίας ἐν πλατείαις πόλεως, ἐν τῷ ἐκχεῖσθαι αὐτοὺς ὡς τραυματίας ἐν πλατείαις πόλεως, ἐν τῷ ἐκχεῖσθαι ψυχὰς αὐτῶν εἰς κόλπον μητέρων αὐτῶν.
ΛΑΜΕΔ. Ταῖς μητράσιν αὐτῶν εἶπαν, ποῦ σῖτος, καὶ οἶνος; ἐν τῷ ἐκλύεσθαι αὐτοὺς ὡς τραυματίας ἐν πλατείαις πόλεως, ἐν τῷ ἐκχεῖσθαι ψυχὰς αὐτῶν εἰς κόλπον μητέρων αὐτῶν.
Ей зичяу кэтре мамеле лор: „Унде есте пыне ши вин?” ши кэдяу лешинаць ка ниште рэниць пе улицеле четэций, ышь дэдяу суфлетул ла пептул мамелор лор.
Допрошуються в матерей своїх: хлїба, вина! та й умірають, мов ті поранені, по улицях міських, виливають душі свої у матерні лона.
Допрошуються в матерей своїх: хлїба, вина! та й умірають, мов ті поранені, по улицях міських, виливають душі свої у матерні лона.
Говоре матерама својим: Где је жито и вино? Обамиру као рањеници на улицама градским, и испуштају душу своју у наручју матера својих.
Матерям своим говорят они: “где хлеб и вино?”, умирая, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, изливая души свои в лоно матерей своих.
לְאִמֹּתָם֙ יֹֽאמְר֔וּ אַיֵּ֖ה דָּגָ֣ן וָיָ֑יִן בְּהִֽתְעַטְּפָ֤ם כֶּֽחָלָל֙ בִּרְחֹבֹ֣ות עִ֔יר בְּהִשְׁתַּפֵּ֣ךְ נַפְשָׁ֔ם אֶל־חֵ֖יק אִמֹּתָֽם׃ ס
לאמתם יאמרו איה דגן ויין בהתעטפם כחלל ברחבות עיר בהשתפך נפשם אל חיק אמתם׃
يَقُولُونَ لِأُمَّهَاتِهِمْ: «أَيْنَ ٱلْحِنْطَةُ وَٱلْخَمْرُ؟» إِذْ يُغْشَى عَلَيْهِمْ كَجَرِيحٍ فِي سَاحَاتِ ٱلْمَدِينَةِ، إِذْ تُسْكَبُ نَفْسُهُمْ فِي أَحْضَانِ أُمَّهَاتِهِمْ.
و به مادران خویش میگویند: گندم وشراب کجا است؟ زیرا که مثل مجروحان درکوچه های شهر بیهوش میگردند، و جانهای خویش را به آغوش مادران خود میریزند.
သူတို့ကလည်း၊ ဆန် စပါးနှင့် စပျစ်ရည် သည် အဘယ် မှာရှိသနည်းဟု၊ ရန်သူ ညှဉ်းဆဲသော သူကဲ့သို့ မြို့ လမ်း ၌ အားပျက် လျက် ၊ အမိ ရင်ခွင် ၌ မိမိ အသက် ကို သွန်း လျက်၊ အမိ ကို မေး တတ်ကြသည်တကား။
저희가 성읍 길거리에서 상한 자처럼 혼미하여 그 어미의 품에서 혼이 떠날 때에 어미에게 이르기를 곡식과 포도주가 어디 있느뇨 ? 하도다
彼らは母親に尋ねる。 「穀物とぶどう酒はどこにあるの」と。 都の広場で傷ついた者のように弱り果て、 母親の懐で息が絶えようとする時に。
他们对自己的母亲说: “谷物和酒在哪里?” 那时他们像受伤的人在城中的街道上昏倒, 他们的生命倾倒在母亲的怀里。
那时,他们在城内街上发昏,好像受伤的, 在母亲的怀里,将要丧命; 对母亲说:谷、酒在哪里呢?
那時,他們在城內街上發昏,好像受傷的, 在母親的懷裏,將要喪命; 對母親說:穀、酒在哪裏呢?
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