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Lamentations 4:10 - Modern English Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 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

10 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)

10 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

10 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

10 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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Lamentations 4:10
12 Tagairtí Cros  

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


you who were full of noise, a tumultuous city, a joyous city? Your slain are not slain with the sword, nor did they die in battle.


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


I will cause them to eat the flesh of their sons and the flesh of their daughters, and everyone will eat the flesh of his friend in the siege and distress, with which their enemies and those who seek their lives will distress them.


My eyes fail with tears, my spirit is greatly troubled; my bile is poured on the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the children and infants faint in the streets of the city.


Look, O  Lord, and consider! To whom have You done this? Should the women eat their offspring, the children who were born healthy? Should the priest and the prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


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


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


Therefore the fathers shall eat their sons in your midst, and the sons shall eat their fathers. I will execute judgments on you, and the whole remnant of you will I scatter into all the winds.


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


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