on the ninth day of the month. And a famine prevailed in the city; neither was there bread for the people of the land.
Lamentations 4:10 - Catholic Public Domain Version JOD. The hands of pitiable women have boiled their sons. They became their food in the grief of the daughter of my people. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 The hands of the pitiful women Have sodden their own children: They were their meat In the destruction of the daughter of my people. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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]. American Standard Version (1901) The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people. Common English Bible The hands of loving women boiled their own children to become their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version 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. English Standard Version 2016 The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people. |
on the ninth day of the month. And a famine prevailed in the city; neither was there bread for the people of the land.
Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.
Can a woman forget her infant, so as not to take pity on the child of her womb? But even if she would forget, still I shall never forget you.
And I will feed them with the flesh of their sons and with the flesh of their daughters. And each one of them will eat the flesh of his friend during the blockade and the embargo by which their enemies, and those who seek their lives, will enclose them.
CAPH. My eyes have exhausted their tears. My internal organs have become disturbed. My liver has been poured out on the earth, over the grief of the daughter of my people, when the little ones and the infants passed away in the streets of the town.
RES. O Lord, see and consider those whom you have made into a such vintage. So then, shall women eat their own fruit, little ones measured by the palm of the hand? Shall priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?
PHE. My eye has brought forth streams of water at the contrition of the daughter of my people.
GHIMEL. Yet even savages expose their breast and give milk to their young. But the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostrich in the desert.
Therefore, the fathers shall consume the sons in your midst, and the sons shall consume their fathers. And I will execute judgments in you, and I will winnow your entire remnant in every wind.