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Jeremiah 4:19 - Y'all Version Bible

19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 [It is not only the prophet but also the people who cry out in their thoughts] My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is disquieted and throbs aloud within me; I cannot be silent! For I have heard the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Common English Bible

19 Oh, my suffering, my suffering! My pain is unbearable; my heart is in turmoil; it throbs nonstop. I can’t be silent, because I hear the blast of the trumpet and the roar of the battle cry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 I am afflicted in my heart, in my heart. The senses of my heart have been stirred up within me. I will not remain silent. For my soul has heard the voice of the trumpet, the clamor of the battle.

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Jeremiah 4:19
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My soul, don’t come into their council. My glory, don’t be united to their assembly; for in their anger they killed men. In their self-will they hamstrung cattle.


He said to his father, “My head! My head!” He said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”


He settled his gaze steadfastly on him, until he was ashamed. Then the man of God wept.


Praise YHWH, my soul! All that is within me, praise ʜɪꜱ holy name!


Return to your rest, my soul, for YHWH has dealt bountifully with you.


Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don’t observe your law. TZADHE


Indignation has taken hold on me, because of the wicked who forsake your law.


Y’all praise YHWH! Praise YHWH, my soul.


I say to YHWH, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.”


My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.


Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.


Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can’t hear. I am so dismayed that I can’t see.


My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.


Therefore I said, “Y’all look away from me! I will weep bitterly. Y’all must not try to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


But if y’all won’t listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride. My eye will weep-and-weep, and overflow with tears, because YHWH’s flock has been taken captive.


If I say that I will not make mention of him, or speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones. I am weary with holding it in. I can’t.


Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me. All my bones shake. I am like a drunken man, and like a man whom wine has overcome, because of YHWH, and because of his holy words.


How long will I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?


Y’all must announce in Judah and proclaim in Jerusalem saying, ‘Y’all blow the trumpet throughout the land!’ Y’all are to cry aloud and say, ‘Y’all must gather together! Let’s go into the fortified cities!’


saying, “No, instead we will go into the land of Egypt, where we will see no war, or hear the sound of the trumpet, or be hungry of bread, that’s were we will live.”’


Therefore look, the days come,” says YHWH, “that I will cause an alarm of war to be heard against Rabbah of the children of Ammon, and it will become a desolate heap, and her daughters will be burned with fire; then Israel will possess those who possessed him,” says YHWH.


A sound of battle is in the land, and of great destruction.


We have heard its report. Our hands become feeble. Anguish has taken hold of us, and pains as of a woman in labor.


Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.


I am broken for the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn. Horror has taken hold of me.


Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


I will weep and wail for the mountains, and lament for the pastures of the wilderness, because they are burned up, so that no one passes through; Men can’t hear the voice of the livestock. Both the birds of the sky and the animals have fled. They are gone.


“For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”


“Look, YHWH; for I am in distress. My heart is troubled. My heart turns over within me, for I have rebelled-rebelled. Abroad, the sword bereaves. At home, it is like death.


My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My bile is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.


Then Daniel (whose name was also Belteshazzar), was stricken mute for a while, and his thoughts troubled him. The king answered, “Belteshazzar, don’t let the dream or the interpretation, trouble you.” Belteshazzar answered, “My lord, may the dream be for those who hate you, and its interpretation to your adversaries.


“As for me, Daniel, my spirit was grieved within my body, and the visions of my head troubled me.


“Here is the end of the matter. As for me, Daniel, my thoughts troubled me greatly, and my face was changed in me; but I kept the matter in my heart.”


I, Daniel, fainted, and was sick for some days. Then I rose up and did the king’s business. I wondered at the vision, but no one understood it.


Does the trumpet alarm sound in a city, without the people being afraid? Does evil happen to a city, and YHWH hasn’t done it?


I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.


When y’all go to war in y’all’s land against an adversary who attacks y’all, then y’all are to sound an alarm with the trumpets. Then y’all will be remembered before YHWH y’all’s God, and y’all will be saved from y’all’s enemies.


Siblings, my heart’s desire and my prayer to God for them is for their salvation.


For if a trumpet gives an uncertain sound, who would get prepared for war?


My little children, of whom I am again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in y’all.


The river Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. My soul, march on with strength.


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