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Lamentations 4:10 - English Standard Version 2016

The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

The hands of the pitiful women Have sodden their own children: They were their meat In the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The hands of [heretofore] compassionate women have boiled their own children; they were their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people [Judah].

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American Standard Version (1901)

The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Common English Bible

The hands of loving women boiled their own children to become their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

JOD. The hands of pitiable women have boiled their sons. They became their food in the grief of the daughter of my people.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Jod. The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children: they were their meat in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Lamentations 4:10
12 Tagairtí Cros  

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


you who are full of shoutings, tumultuous city, exultant town? Your slain are not slain with the sword or dead in battle.


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.


And I will make them eat the flesh of their sons and their daughters, and everyone shall eat the flesh of his neighbor in the siege and in the distress, with which their enemies and those who seek their life afflict them.’


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.


Look, O Lord, and see! With whom have you dealt thus? Should women eat the fruit of their womb, the children of their tender care? Should priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.


Even jackals offer the breast; they nurse their young; but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.


Therefore fathers shall eat their sons in your midst, and sons shall eat their fathers. And I will execute judgments on you, and any of you who survive I will scatter to all the winds.


You shall eat the flesh of your sons, and you shall eat the flesh of your daughters.