He returned to his brothers, and said, “The child is no more; and I, where will I go?”
Matthew 2:18 - Y'all Version Bible “A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; she wouldn’t be comforted, because they are no more.” Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 In Rama was there a voice heard, Lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, And would not be comforted, because they are not. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they were no more. [Jer. 31:15.] American Standard Version (1901) A voice was heard in Ramah, Weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; And she would not be comforted, because they are not. Common English Bible A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and much grieving. Rachel weeping for her children, and she did not want to be comforted, because they were no more. Catholic Public Domain Version "A voice has been heard in Ramah, great weeping and wailing: Rachel crying for her sons. And she was not willing to be consoled, because they were no more." Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version A voice in Rama was heard, lamentation and great mourning; Rachel bewailing her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. |
He returned to his brothers, and said, “The child is no more; and I, where will I go?”
Jacob, their father, said to them, “Y’all have bereaved me of my children! Joseph is no more, Simeon is no more, and y’all want to take Benjamin away. All these things are against me.”
YHWH says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping, Rachel weeping for her children. She refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.”
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.”
He spread it before me. It was written within and without; and lamentations, mourning, and woe were written in it.
Everyone was crying and mourning for her, but he said, “Y’all stop crying. She is not dead, but is asleep.”
I looked, and I heard one eagle, flying in midheaven, saying with a loud sound, “Woe! Woe! Woe to those who dwell on the earth, because of the other sounds of the trumpets of the three angels, who are about to trumpet!”