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Lamentations 4:10 - Y'all Version Bible

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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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 Jod. 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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Lamentations 4:10
12 Tagairtí Cros  

On the ninth day of the fourth month, the famine was severe in the city, so that there was no bread for the people of the land.


You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town, your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Even if these forget, I will not forget you!


I will cause them to eat the flesh of their sons and the flesh of their daughters. They will each eat the flesh of his friend in the siege and in the distress with which their enemies, and those who seek their life, will distress them.”’


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.


“Look, YHWH, and see to whom you have done thus! Should the women eat their offspring, the children that they held and bounced on their knees? Should the priest and the prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


Even the jackals offer their breast. They nurse their young ones. But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.


Therefore the fathers will eat the sons within you, and the sons will eat their fathers. I will execute judgments on you; and I will scatter the whole remnant of you to all the winds.


Y’all will eat the flesh of y’all’s sons; y’all will eat the flesh of y’all’s daughters.


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