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Lamentations 4:4 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

4 The tongue of the infant sticks to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the children beg for food, but there is nothing for them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth To the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, And no man breaketh it unto them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 The tongue of the nursing babe cleaves to the roof of its mouth because of thirst; the young children beg for food, but no one gives it to them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.

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Common English Bible

4 The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth, thirsty. Children ask for bread, beg for it—but there is no bread.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 DALETH. The tongue of the infant adheres to his palate out of thirst. The little ones have asked for bread, and there was no one to break it for them.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Daleth. The tongue of the sucking child hath stuck to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the little ones have asked for bread, and there was none to break it unto them.

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Lamentations 4:4
12 Cross References  

But the Rabshakeh said to them, “Has my master sent me to speak these words to your master and to you and not to the people sitting on the wall, who are doomed with you to eat their own dung and to drink their own urine?”


On the ninth day of the fourth month, the famine became so severe in the city that there was no food for the people of the land.


Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.


my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.


Therefore my people go into exile for lack of knowledge; their nobles are dying of hunger, and their multitude is parched with thirst.


Her nobles send their servants for water; they come to the cisterns; they find no water; they return with their vessels empty. They are ashamed and dismayed and cover their heads,


All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to revive their lives. Look, O Lord, and see how worthless I have become.


‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off in protest against you. Yet know this: the kingdom of God has come near.’


therefore you shall serve your enemies whom the Lord will send against you, in hunger and thirst, in nakedness and lack of everything. He will put an iron yoke on your neck until he has destroyed you.


wasting hunger, burning consumption, bitter pestilence. The teeth of beasts I will send against them, with venom of things crawling in the dust.


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