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Lamentations 4:4 - Modern English Version

4 The tongue of the infant cleaves to the roof of his mouth for thirst; the children beg for bread, but no one divides it 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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Lamentations 4:4
12 Tagairtí Cros  

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 men sitting on the wall, who are about to eat their own dung and drink their own urine with you?”


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.


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


My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; You have set me in the dust of death.


Therefore My people go into captivity because they have no knowledge; and their honorable men are famished, and their multitude dried up with thirst.


Their nobles have sent their servants for water; they came to the cisterns and found no water. They returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and humiliated, and covered their heads.


All her people groan, as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to restore their strength. Look, O  Lord, and consider, for I am despised.


‘Even the dust of your city which clings to us, we wipe off against you. Yet be sure of this, that the kingdom of God has come near to you.’


Therefore, you will serve your enemies whom the Lord will send against you, in hunger, thirst, nakedness, and need of all things, and He will put a yoke of iron on your neck until He has destroyed you.


They will be starved by famine, and consumed by plague and bitter destruction; I will also send the teeth of beasts upon them, with the poison of crawling creatures in the dust.


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