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Lamentations 4:4 - Modern King James Version

4 The suckling's tongue cleaves to his palate in thirst; the young children ask bread; there is no breaking to 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  

And the chief of the cupbearers said to them, Has my master sent me to your master and to you, to speak these words, and not to the men who sit on the wall, to eat their own dung and drink their own urine with you?


on the ninth of the fourth month, when famine was severe in the city, and there was no bread for the people of the land.


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


My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;


For this My people go into exile without knowledge, and their honorable men into famine, and his multitude is dried up with thirst.


And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters; they came to the cisterns, and found no water. They returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.


All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.


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 you.


therefore you shall serve your enemies which Jehovah shall send against you, in hunger, and in thirst, and in nakedness, and in the lack of all things. And he shall put a yoke of iron on your neck until he has destroyed you.


Exhaustion by famine, and consumption by burning heat, and bitter destruction, and the teeth of beasts I will send on them, with the poison of crawling things of the dust.


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