Jeremiah 4:31
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
Sepse po dëgjoj një britmë si të një gruaje kur lind, një ankth si të një gruaje në lindjen e saj të parë: është britma e bijës së Sionit, që mezi merr frymë dhe shtrin duart e veta, duke thënë: “Mjerë unë! Shpirti im po ligështohet për shkak të vrasësve””.
| لِأَنِّي سَمِعْتُ صَوْتًا كَمَاخِضَةٍ، ضِيقًا مِثْلَ ضِيقِ بِكْرِيَّةٍ. صَوْتَ ٱبْنَةِ صِهْيَوْنَ تَزْفِرُ. تَبْسُطُ يَدَيْهَا قَائِلَةً: «وَيْلٌ لِي، لِأَنَّ نَفْسِي قَدْ أُغْمِيَ عَلَيْهَا بِسَبَبِ ٱلْقَاتِلِينَ». |
| لأَنِّي سَمِعْتُ صَرْخَةً كَصَرْخَةِ امْرَأَةٍ فِي مَخَاضٍ، وَأَنَّةَ عَذَابٍ كَعَذَابِ مَنْ تُقَاسِي فِي وِلاَدَةِ بِكْرِهَا. إِنَّهَا صَرْخَةُ ابْنَةِ صِهْيَوْنَ الَّتِي تَزْفِرُ لاَهِثَةً وَتَبْسُطُ يَدَيْهَا قَائِلَةً: «وَيْلٌ لِي! قَدْ غُشِيَ عَلَيَّ أَمَامَ الْقَتَلَةِ». |
কিয়নো মই ইতিমধ্যেই যিৰূচালেমৰ লোকসকলৰ মাত শুনিবলৈ পালোঁ যেন এগৰাকি প্ৰসৱকাৰিণী স্ত্রীৰ কান্দোন, প্ৰথম লৰা ওপজোৱা জনীৰ বেদনাৰ শব্দ যেন শুনিছোঁ; কোনোজনৰ পৰা সহায় পাবলৈ কান্দি কান্দি কাতৰোক্তি কৰি কোৱাৰ দৰেহে যেন কৈছে, “মোৰ সৰ্ব্বনাশ! কিয়নো বধকাৰীবোৰৰ আগত মোৰ প্ৰাণ অচেতন হৈছে,” এই বুলি কৈ দীঘল নিশ্বাস পেলোৱা; হাত বিস্তাৰ কৰা চিয়োন জীয়াৰীৰ শব্দ শুনিছোঁ!”
Mən bir səs eşidirəm: Sanki doğuş ağrısı çəkən, Birinci dəfə doğan qadının – Əllərini uzatmış, Nəfəsi kəsilmiş Sion qızının səsidir. O deyir: “Vay halıma! Qatillərin önündə Canım taqətdən düşdü”.
Na da se nabasu wele sia: su, amo uda da ea magobo mano lamu gadenesa wele sia: be agoane wesa, amo nabi dagoi. Amo da fedege agoane, Yelusaleme ea mifo lamu hamedeiba: le, habe ha: ha: iya wele sia: nebe agoai nabi. E da ea lobo ilua: le amane sia: su, “Na da wadela: lesi dagoi. Ilia da na medole legemusa: manebe!”
তাই আমি যন্ত্রণার শব্দ, প্রথম সন্তান প্রসবের বেদনার মত, সিয়োনের মেয়েদের কান্না আমি শুনেছি। সে নিঃশ্বাস নেবার জন্য কষ্ট পাচ্ছে। সে তার হাত বাড়িয়ে দিয়ে বলছে, “হায়! কারণ যারা আমাকে হত্যা করছে তাদের জন্য আমার হৃদয় ক্লান্ত।”
প্রসববেদনাগ্রস্ত স্ত্রীর কান্নার মতো আমি একটি কান্না শুনতে পাচ্ছি, সেই গোঙানি এমন, যেন কেউ তার প্রথম সন্তানের জন্ম দিচ্ছে, এই কান্না আসলে সিয়োন-কন্যার, যে শ্বাস নেওয়ার জন্য হাঁপাচ্ছে, দু-হাত বিস্তার করছে এবং বলছে, “হায়! আমি মূর্চ্ছিতপ্রায়, কারণ আমার প্রাণকে হত্যাকারীদের হাতে তুলে দেওয়া হয়েছে।”
Защото чух глас като на жена кога ражда, Болките като на оная, която ражда първородното си, Гласът на Сионовата дъщеря, Която се задъхва, простира ръцете си, И казва: Горко ми сега! Защото душата ми чезне поради убийците.
Busa nadungog ko ang tingog sa kasakit, kasakit nga sama sa pagkatawo sa kamagulangang bata, ang tingog sa anak nga babaye sa Zion. Naghangus siya sa pagginhawa. Gidupa niya ang iyang mga kamot, 'Pagkaalaot nako! Naluya ako tungod niini nga mga mamumuno.'”
Kay ako nakadungog ug tingog ingon sa usa ka babaye nga nagaanak, ug ang kaul-ol ingon kaniya nga magaanak sa panganay nga bata, ang tingog sa anak nga babaye sa Sion, nga nagahangus, nga nagabuklad sa iyang mga kamot, sa pag-ingon: Alaut ako karon! kay napugdaw ang akong kalag sa atubangan sa mga mamumuno.
Ndikumva kulira ngati kwa mayi pa nthawi yake yobereka, kubuwula ngati kwa mayi amene akubereka mwana wake woyamba. Kuliraku ndi kwa anthu a mu Ziyoni, wefuwefu. Atambalitsa manja awo nʼkumati, “Kalanga ife! Tikukomoka. Moyo wathu waperekedwa kwa anthu otipha.”
Nongpata mah nawk tapen naah qah ih lok, ca tapen tangsuek nathuem ih kana ahamhaih lok baktih toengah, Zion canu hanghaih lok to ka thaih; anih loe ban to payangh moe, Kai loe khosak bing boeh! Kami hum kaminawk pongah, tha ka zok sut boeh, tiah a hangh.
Ol pakhat te satloh bangla ka yaak. Zion nu kah ol camueng bangla citcai a yaak. A kut a phuel tih sa-oe sut. Anunae kai aih he hlang aka ngawn rhoek taengah ka hinglu loh lamlum sut.
Ol pakhat te satloh bangla ka yaak. Zion nu kah ol camueng bangla citcai a yaak. A kut a phuel tih sa-oe sut. Anunae kai aih he hlang aka ngawn rhoek taengah ka hinglu loh lamlum sut.
Keiman numei naosonat masapen thoh’a, aka-pen gin tobang khat kajan. Hiche hi Jerusalem chanu melhoitah, haithei louva aka-gin chu ahi. Ohe ada kahi, tolthat ho’a kon in nei panpin, ati.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, napui ni camo khe pataw khangnae kâhram pawlawk ka thai. Camin ka khe e ni pataw a khangnae doeh. Zion canu kâha a uek teh a kut a dâw teh ka yawthoe poung toe, bangtelah, tamikathoutnaw kecu dawk ka hringnae ka rei thai poung toe telah ati.
我听见有声音，仿佛妇人产难的声音， 好像生头胎疼痛的声音， 是锡安女子的声音； 她喘着气、挓挲手， 说：我有祸了！ 在杀人的跟前，我的心发昏了。
我聽見有聲音，彷彿婦人產難的聲音， 好像生頭胎疼痛的聲音， 是錫安女子的聲音； 她喘着氣、挓挲手， 說：我有禍了！ 在殺人的跟前，我的心發昏了。
的確，我聽到了仿佛產婦的叫聲，仿佛首次分娩的呻吟，是熙雍女兒在伸開雙手喘息哀嘆：我真可憐．因為我的生命已陷在殘害者手中!
Da, jauk kao u bolesnice čujem, vrisak kao u one što prvi put rađa; čuj, to kći sionska jeca i pruža ruke: 'Jao meni! Duša mi zamire pod udarcima ubojica!'
Nebo slyším hlas jako rodičky, svírání jako té, kteráž po nejprvé ku porodu pracuje, hlas dcery Sionské, ustavičně vzdychající, a lomící rukama svýma, říkající: Běda mně nyní, nebo ustala duše má pro vrahy.
Nebo slyším hlas jako rodičky, svírání jako té, kteráž po nejprvé ku porodu pracuje, hlas dcery Sionské, ustavičně vzdychající, a lomící rukama svýma, říkající: Běda mně nyní, nebo ustala duše má pro vrahy.
Thi jeg hører Råb som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: "Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder."
Thi jeg hørte en Røst ligesom hendes, der føder, en Angest, som hendes, der er i den første Fødsels Nød, Zions Datters Røst, hun klager sig, udbreder sine Hænder og siger: Ve mig! thi min Sjæl er forsmægtet over for Mordere.
Thi jeg hører Raab som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: »Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder.«
Awinjo ywak kaka mar dhako mamuoch kayo, lit mana ka dhako ma nywolo nyathine makayo, ywak mar Nyar Sayun ka gamo yweyo, kotengʼo bedene kendo owacho, “To mano kaka apodho; ngimana omi jonek.”
Want ik hoor een stem als van een vrouw, die in arbeid is, een benauwdheid als van een, die in des eersten kinds nood is, de stem van de dochter Sions; zij hijgt, zij breidt haar handen uit, zeggende: O, wee mij nu, want mijn ziel is moede vanwege de doodslagers!
Ik hoor al het gillen als van een vrouw in haar weeën, Het krijten als bij een eerste kind. Het is het kermen van de dochter van Sion, Die naar adem snakt, de handen wringt. Wee mij! O, ik bezwijk Onder de slagen der beulen!
Want ik hoor een stem als van een vrouw, die in arbeid is, een benauwdheid als van een, die in des eersten kinds nood is, de stem van de dochter Sions; zij hijgt, zij breidt haar handen uit, zeggende: O, wee mij nu, want mijn ziel is moede vanwege de doodslagers!
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child— the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands to say, “Woe is me, for my soul faints before the murderers!”
A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone from me before the takers of life.
For I have heard thy groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, [saying], Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
For I have heard your groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, [saying], Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
For I have heard a voice, like that of a woman giving birth, during the difficulties of labor. It is the voice of the daughter of Zion, dying, extending her hands: ‘Woe to me! For my soul is failing because of those who have been slain!’”
For I hear a voice, as of a woman in travail, anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion: she moaneth, she spreadeth forth her hands, [saying], Woe unto me! for my soul faileth because of murderers.
For I have heard the voice as of a woman in travail, anguishes as of a woman in labor of a child. The voice of the daughter of Sion, dying away, spreading her hands: Woe is me, for my soul hath fainted because of them that are slain.
I hear the cries like a woman in labor, the agonizing moans of a woman giving birth to her first child. These are the cries of the Daughter of Zion gasping for air, holding out her hands, saying, “Please help me, I'm being murdered!”
For I haue heard a noyse as of a woman trauailing, or as one labouring of her first child, euen the voyce of the daughter Zion that sigheth and stretcheth out her handes: woe is me nowe: for my soule fainteth because of the murtherers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands: 'Woe is me, now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.'
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, [and] the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, [that] bewaileth herself, [that] spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe [is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that mourns herself, that spreads her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewails herself, that spreads her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard your groaning as the voice of a woman in travail, as of her that brings forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion shall fail through weakness, and she shall lose the strength of her hands, [saying], Woe is me! for my soul faints because of the slain.
For a voice as of a woman in travail have I heard, the anguish as of one that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that groaneth, that spreadeth out her hands, [saying, ] “Woe is me now! for my soul succumbeth to the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a travailing woman, Distress, as of one bringing forth a firstborn, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She laments herself, She spreads out her hands, Woe to me now, my soul is weary of slayers!”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
I hear a cry, as of a woman in travail, Anguish, as of her that bringeth forth her first child. The voice of the daughter of Zion. She sobbeth, she spreadeth out her hands, “Ah! woe is me! I am dying by murderers!”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
For a voice as of a woman in pangs, have I heard Anguish as of her that is bearing her firstborn. The voice of the daughter of Zion! She gaspeth for breath, She spreadeth forth her palms, —Surely woe to me! For my soul fainteth before murderers.
For a sound like a sick [woman] I have heard distress like a [woman] bearing a first child [the] sound of [the] daughter of Zion she is gasping for breath she is spreading out hands her woe! please to me for it is weary self my to murderers.
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[It is as though] I already hear [the people in Jerusalem] crying very loudly, like [SIM] a woman cries when she is giving birth to her first child; she gasps for breath and pleads for someone to help her. [It is as though Jerusalem] is crying, “Something terrible is happening to me! They are about to murder me!”
So I hear the sound of anguish, distress as in the birth of a firstborn child, the sound of the daughter of Zion. She is gasping for breath. She spreads out her hands, 'Woe to me! I am fainting because of these murderers.'”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, [and] the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, [that] bewaileth herself, [that] spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe [is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”
For Y herd a vois as of a womman trauelynge of child, the angwischis as of a womman childynge; the vois of the douyter of Sion among hem that dien, and spreden abrood her hondis; Wo to me, for my soule failide for hem that ben slayn.
For a voice as of a sick woman I have heard, Distress, as of one bringing forth a first-born, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She bewaileth herself, she spreadeth out her hands, 'Woe to me now, for weary is my soul of slayers!'
Ĉar Mi aŭdas krion kiel de naskantino, ĝemegadon kiel de virino naskanta la unuan infanon, krion de la filino de Cion; ŝi ĝemas, kaj etendas siajn manojn: Ho ve al mi! ĉar mia animo pereas de la mortigantoj.
Mese ɣli aɖe abe nyɔnu si le ku lém la tɔ ene. Mese ŋeŋe aɖe abe nyɔnu si le vi gbãtɔ dzim la tɔ ene. Ɣli la nye Zion vinyɔnu si lé gbɔgbɔtsixe ɖe ƒo hetsɔ eƒe asiwo do ɖe dzi la tɔ. Ele gbɔgblɔm be, “Evɔ nam! Nye mo le zi tsyɔm; wotsɔ nye agbe de asi na amewulawo.”
Sillä minä kuulin huudon, niinkuin synnyttäväiseltä, tuskan, niinkuin sen, joka ensimäisen lapsen vaivassa on, Zionin tyttären äänen, joka valittaa ja hajoittaa kätensä: voi minuani! sillä sieluni on väsynyt surmaajain tähden.
Sillä minä kuulen huudon, niinkuin synnyttäjän tuskanhuudon, vaivan, niinkuin ensisynnyttäjän vaivan, tytär Siionin huudon; hän vaikeroitsee, levittää kätensä: "Voi minua, minun sieluni menehtyy murhamiesten käsiin!"
Car j'entends une voix comme d'une femme en travail, des cris d'angoisse comme d'une femme qui enfante pour la première fois; voix de la fille de Sion, qui pousse des soupirs et étend les mains: " Malheur à moi! car mon âme succombe aux coups des meurtriers! "
Car j'ai entendu une voix comme celle d'une femme en travail, une angoisse comme celle qui accouche de son premier enfant, la voix de la fille de Sion, qui a le souffle coupé, qui étend ses mains en disant: « Malheur à moi! Car mon âme s'évanouit devant les meurtriers. »
Car j’ai entendu une voix comme celle d’une femme en travail, une angoisse comme d’une femme enfantant son premier-né, la voix de la fille de Sion; elle soupire, elle étend ses mains: Malheur à moi! car mon âme a défailli à cause des meurtriers!
Car j'ai ouï un cri comme celui d'une [femme] qui est en travail, et une angoisse comme celle d'une femme qui est en travail de son premier-né; c'est le cri de la fille de Sion; elle soupire, elle étend ses mains, [en disant]: Malheur maintenant à moi, car mon âme est défaillie à cause des meurtriers.
J’ai entendu la voix comme d’une femme en travail; les angoisses comme d’une femme en couches; c’est la voix de la fille de Sion, qui se meurt, et qui étend les mains, en criant: Malheur à moi parce que mon âme a défailli à cause des tués.
Car j’entends des cris comme ceux d’une femme en travail, Des cris d’angoisse comme dans un premier enfantement. C’est la voix de la fille de Sion; elle soupire, elle étend les mains: Malheureuse que je suis! Je succombe sous les meurtriers!
Car j’entends une voix comme d’une femme en travail, des cris d’angoisse comme d’une femme qui enfante pour la première fois; voix de la fille de Sion, qui pousse des soupirs et étend les mains: « Malheur à moi! car mon âme succombe aux coups des meurtriers! »
Car j'entends comme le cri d'une femme en travail, comme l'angoisse d'une femme à son premier enfantement; c'est le cri de la fille de Sion qui soupire, étendant les mains: “Ah! malheur à moi! car mon âme succombe sous les meurtriers! “
Car j'entends comme la voix d'une femme en travail, un cri d'angoisse comme au premier enfantement: c'est la voix de la fille de Sion; elle soupire, étend les bras: « C'en est fait de moi! mon âme succombe sous les meurtriers! »
J'ai entendu tes cris comme ceux d'une femme en mal d'enfant, tes gémissements comme ceux d'une mère qui enfante pour la première fois; la voix de la fille de Sion sera brisée, et elle laissera tomber ses mains. Malheur à moi! dira-t-elle, mon âme est défaillante au milieu des morts.
Car j’entends des plaintes comme celles d’une femme en travail, des cris d’angoisse comme ceux d’une mère mettant au monde son premier-né: c’est la voix de Sion qui exhale des soupirs, qui se tord les bras: "Malheur à moi, mon âme est à bout de force devant les meurtriers!"
Ich höre Schreie wie von einer Kreißenden, Angstrufe wie von einer Erstgebärenden. Horch, wie die Sionstochter stöhnt und ihre Hände breitet: "O wehe mir! Dem Henkerstod bin ich verfallen."
Denn ich höre eine Stimme wie einer Kreißenden, Angst wie einer Erstgebärenden, die Stimme der Tochter Zion; sie seufzt, sie breitet ihre Hände aus: Wehe mir! denn kraftlos erliegt meine Seele den Mördern.
Denn ich höre eine Stimme wie von einer Kreißenden, Angst wie von einer Erstgebärenden, die Stimme der Tochter Zion; sie seufzt, sie breitet ihre Hände aus: Wehe mir! Denn kraftlos erliegt meine Seele den Mördern.
Ja, Geschrei höre ich, wie von einer Kreißenden, Angstruf wie von einer Erstgebärenden: das Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da keuchend sich abquält, ihre Hände flehend ausbreitet: O wehe mir! denn Mördern erliegt meine Seele!
Denn ich höre ein Geschrei als einer Gebärerin, eine Angst als einer, die in den ersten Kindesnöten ist, ein Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da klagt und die Hände auswirft: Ach, wehe mir, ich muß schier vergehen vor dem Würgen!
Denn ich höre ein Geschrei als einer Gebärerin, eine Angst als einer, die in den ersten Kindesnöten ist, ein Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da klagt und die Hände auswirft: “Ach, wehe mir! Ich muß fast vergehen vor den Würgern.”
Ach! Geschrei höre ich wie von einem Weibe in Kindesnöten, Angstrufe wie von einer Frau, die zum erstenmal Mutter wird: das Geschrei der Tochter Zion, die da aufstöhnt, ihre Hände flehend ausbreitet: »Wehe mir! Ach, erschöpft ist meine Seele, eine Beute der Mörder!«
Denn ich höre ein Geschrei wie von einer, die in Wehen liegt, ein Angstruf wie von einer, die zum erstenmal Mutter wird: die Stimme der Tochter Zion welche stöhnt und ihre Hände ausbreitet: O wehe mir, denn meine Seele erliegt den Mördern!
Ich höre die Stimme wie einer Kreißenden, Bedrängnis wie einer, die zum erstenmal gebiert, die Stimme der Tochter Zijons, die schluchzt, die ihre Hände ausbreitet. O weh, mir doch; denn meine Seele ermattet vor den Mordenden!
Nĩndĩraigua kĩrĩro ta kĩa mũndũ-wa-nja akĩrũmwo, arĩ na mũcaayo ta wa mũtumia agĩciara mwana wake wa irigithathi: nĩ kĩrĩro kĩa Mwarĩ wa Zayuni agĩteeha, atambũrũkĩtie moko make, akiugaga atĩrĩ, “Wũi-ĩ-iya-wakwa-ĩ! Nĩndĩraringĩka; muoyo wakwa nĩmũneane kũrĩ oragani.”
Διότι ήκουσα φωνήν ως κοιλοπονούσης, στεναγμόν ως πρωτογεννώσης φωνήν της θυγατρός Σιών, ήτις θρηνολογεί εαυτήν, εκτείνει τας χείρας αυτής, λέγουσα, Ουαί εις εμέ τώρα, διότι η ψυχή μου εκλείπει ένεκεν των φονευτών.
ὅτι φωνὴν ὡς ὠδινούσης ἤκουσα τοῦ στεναγμοῦ σου ὡς πρωτοτοκούσης φωνὴ θυγατρὸς Σιων ἐκλυθήσεται καὶ παρήσει τὰς χεῖρας αὐτῆς οἴμμοι ἐγώ ὅτι ἐκλείπει ἡ ψυχή μου ἐπὶ τοῖς ἀνῃρημένοις
સિયોનની દીકરીનો સાદ મેં સાંભળ્યો છે. એ તો પ્રસૂતાની વેદના જેવો તથા તેના પહેલા બાળકને જન્મ આપતાં કષ્ટાતી સ્ત્રીનાં જેવો સાદ છે. તેઓ હાંફે છે તેઓ પોતાના હાથ પ્રસારે છે અને કહે છે કે, ‘મને અફસોસ!’ કેમ કે ઘાતકીઓને લીધે મારો જીવ ચિંતાતુર થઈ ગયો છે.’”
Mwen tande yon rèl, tankou rèl fanm ki gen tranche, rèl fanm k'ap fè premye pitit li. Se rèl moun lavil Jerizalèm yo k'ap chache pran souf. Y'ap lonje men yo. Y'ap rele: -Anmwe! Nou pa kapab ankò! Men y'ap fin touye nou.
Paske mwen te tande kri yon fanm nan doulè l; doulè a yon fanm k ap fè premye pitit, kri fi a Sion an, k ap soufle fò, lonje men l e rele, “Anmwey! Mwen pedi kouraj nèt devan asasen yo.”
Na ji kuka kamar na mace mai naƙuda, nishi kamar na wadda take haihuwa ɗanta na fari, kukan Diyar Sihiyona tana haki, da ƙyar take numfashi, tana miƙa hannuwanta tana cewa, “Wayyo ni kaina! Na suma; an ba da raina ga masu kisana.”
No ka mea, ua lohe no au i ka leo, e like me ko ka wahine e hanau keiki ana, a i ke kuakoko, e like me ko ka wahine i hanau i kana hiapo, i ka leo hoi o ke kaikamahine o Ziona e kumakena ana ia ia iho, e hohola ana hoi i kona mau lima, me ka olelo iho, Auwe au ano! no ka mea, ua paupauaho kuu uhane no ka poe pepehi kanaka.
| כי קול כחולה שמעתי צרה כמבכירה--קול בת ציון תתיפח תפרש כפיה אוי נא לי כי עיפה נפשי להרגים |
| כִּי֩ קֹ֨ול כְּחֹולָ֜ה שָׁמַ֗עְתִּי צָרָה֙ כְּמַבְכִּירָ֔ה קֹ֧ול בַּת־צִיֹּ֛ון תִּתְיַפֵּ֖חַ תְּפָרֵ֣שׂ כַּפֶּ֑יהָ אֹֽוי־נָ֣א לִ֔י כִּֽי־עָיְפָ֥ה נַפְשִׁ֖י לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ פ |
| כִּי קוֹל כְּחוֹלָה שָׁמַעְתִּי צָרָה כְּמַבְכִּירָה קוֹל בַּת־צִיּוֹן תִּתְיַפֵּחַ תְּפָרֵשׂ כַּפֶּיהָ אֽוֹי־נָא לִי כִּֽי־עָיְפָה נַפְשִׁי לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ |
| כי קול כחולה שמעתי צרה כמבכירה קול בת ציון תתיפח תפרש כפיה אוי נא לי כי עיפה נפשי להרגים׃ |
| כִּי קוֹל כְּחוֹלָה שָׁמַעְתִּי צָרָה כְּמַבְכִּירָה קוֹל בַּת־צִיּוֹן תִּתְיַפֵּחַ תְּפָרֵשׂ כַּפֶּיהָ אֽוֹי־נָא לִי כִּֽי־עָיְפָה נַפְשִׁי לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ |
| כִּי֩ ק֨וֹל כְּחוֹלָ֜ה שָׁמַ֗עְתִּי צָרָה֙ כְּמַבְכִּירָ֔ה ק֧וֹל בַּת־צִיּ֛וֹן תִּתְיַפֵּ֖חַ תְּפָרֵ֣שׂ כַּפֶּ֑יהָ אֽוֹי־נָ֣א לִ֔י כִּֽי־עָיְפָ֥ה נַפְשִׁ֖י לְהֹרְגִֽים׃ פ |
क्योंकि मैंने जच्चा का शब्द, पहलौठा जनती हुई स्त्री की सी चिल्लाहट सुनी है, यह सिय्योन की बेटी का शब्द है, जो हाँफती और हाथ फैलाए हुए यह कहती है, “हाय मुझ पर, मैं हत्यारों के हाथ पड़कर मूर्छित हो चली हूँ।”
मुझे ऐसी कराहट सुनाई दी मानो कोई प्रसूता की कराहट हो ऐसी वेदना का स्वर, जैसा उस स्त्री को होता है जिसका पहला प्रसव हो रहा हो. यह पुकार ज़ियोन की पुत्री की चिल्लाहट है जिसका श्वांस फूल रहा है, वह अपने हाथ फैलाकर कह रही है, “हाय! धिक्कार है मुझ पर; मुझे तो हत्यारों के समक्ष मूर्च्छा आ रही है.”
Mert mintha vajudó asszony szavát hallanám, mintha az először szűlőnek sikoltozását: olyan Sion leányának hangja; nyög, csapkodja kezeit: Jaj nékem! mert roskadozik lelkem a gyilkosok előtt.
Mert hangot mint vajúdó nőét hallottam, jajkiáltást mint először szülőét, Czión leányának hangját, piheg, terjesztgeti kezeit: Oh, jaj nekem, mert elbágyadt a lelkem öldöklőktől!
Ana m anụ olu iti mkpu akwa nke yiri olu akwa nwanyị ime na-eme, ọ dị ka ude nwanyị na-agbalị ịmụpụta nwa mbụ ya. Ma olu akwa m nụrụ bụ nke ada Zayọn, ebe ọ nọ na-eku ume ike ike. Ọ dara nʼala gbasapụ aka ya, ma na-akwa akwa na-asị, “Onye nwụrụ anwụ ka m bụ! Lee, ndụ m ka e nyere ndị ogbu mmadụ.”
Isu a mangngegko ti uni ti asug, tuok a kas iti agpasngay iti inauna nga anak, ti timek ti babai nga anak ti Sion. Agang-angsab isuna. Iyukradna dagiti imana, ' Asi-ak pay! Matallimudawak gapu kadagitoy a mammapatay.”'
Aku mendengar suara rintihan seperti wanita yang mau melahirkan; seperti wanita muda melahirkan anaknya yang pertama, begitulah tangis Yerusalem yang sesak napasnya. Tangannya menggapai dan ia mengeluh, "Celakalah aku--aku hendak dibunuh musuh!"
Sebab aku mendengar suara seperti suara perempuan bersalin, suara orang kesesakan seperti suara ibu yang melahirkan anak pertama, suara puteri Sion yang mengap-mengap, yang merentang-rentangkan tangannya: "Celakalah aku, sebab aku binasa di depan para pembunuh!"
Perciocchè io ho udito un grido, come di donna che partorisce; una distretta, come di donna che è sopra parto del suo primogenito; il grido della figliuola di Sion, [che] sospira ansando, ed allarga le palme delle sue mani, [dicendo: ] Ahi lassa me! perciocchè l'anima mi vien meno per gli ucciditori.
Sento un grido come di donna nei dolori, un urlo come di donna al primo parto, è il grido della figlia di Sion, che spasima e tende le mani: «Guai a me! Sono affranta, affranta per tutti gli uccisi».
Poiché io odo de’ gridi come di donna ch’è nei dolori; un’angoscia come quella di donna nel suo primo parto; è la voce della figliuola di Sion, che sospira ansimando e stende le mani: “Ahi me lassa! che l’anima mia vien meno dinanzi agli uccisori”.
われ子をうむ婦のごとき聲首子をうむ者の苦むがごとき聲を聞く是れシオンの女の聲なりかれ自ら歎き手をのべていふ嗚呼われは禍なるかな我靈魂殺す者のために疲れはてぬ
わたしは子を産む女のような声、ういごを産む女の苦しむような声を聞いた。シオンの娘のあえぐ叫びである。両手を伸べて彼女は言う、「わたしはわざわいだ、わたしを殺す者らの前にわたしは気が遠くなる」と。
Hagi mago a'mo ese kna'a mofavrema anteku'ma nehigeno ata negrigeno krafama nehiankna krafage nentahue. Ana hu'neankino Saioni kumapi vahe'mo'za zamasimu ante'zanku nehu'za, kezati'za ha' vahe'mo'za nahe friku nehazanki eme naza huo, naza huo hu'za nehaze.
ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ಪ್ರಸವವೇದನೆ ಪಡುವವಳಂತೆ, ಚೊಚ್ಚಲನ್ನು ಹೆರುವವಳ ಸಂಕಟಕ್ಕೆ ಸಮಾನವಾಗಿರುವ ಚೀಯೋನಿನ ಮಗಳ ಕಿರಿಚುವ ಕೂಗನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಆಕೆಯು ಗೋಳಾಡುತ್ತಾಳೆ, ಕೈಗಳನ್ನು ಚಾಚಿ, “ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ನನಗೀಗ ಕಷ್ಟ! ಕೊಲೆಗಾರರ ನಿಮಿತ್ತ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣವು ಬೇಸರಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ,” ಎಂದು ಅರಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾಳೆ.
ಚೀಯೋನ್ ನಗರವು ಬೇನೆತಿನ್ನುವವಳಂತೆ, ಚೊಚ್ಚಲಹೆರಿಗೆಯ ವೇದನೆಯನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸುವವಳ ಹಾಗೆ ಕೂಗಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದನ್ನು ನಾನು ಕೇಳಿದ್ದೇನೆ; ಏದುಸಿರುಬಿಡುತ್ತಾ ಕೈಚಾಚಿ, “ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ನನ್ನ ಗತಿಯನ್ನು ಏನು ಹೇಳಲಿ! ಕೊಲೆಗಾರರಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣವು ಬಳಲುತ್ತದೆ” ಎಂದು ಅರಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾಳೆ.
내가 소리를 들은즉 여인의 해산하는 소리 같고 초산하는 자의 고통하는 소리 같으니 이는 딸 시온의 소리라 그가 헐떡이며 그 손을 펴고 이르기를 내게 화 있도다 살륙하는 자를 인하여 나의 심령이 피곤하도다 하는도다
내가 소리를 들은즉 여인의 해산하는 소리 같고 초산하는 자의 고통하는 소리 같으니 이는 딸 시온의 소리라 그가 헐떡이며 그 손을 펴고 이르기를 내게 화 있도다! 살륙하는 자를 인하여 나의 심령이 피곤하도다 하는도다
Nga lohng sie sao, oana pusren sie mutan akola in isus, Oana pusren tung lun sie mutan oswe tulik se oemeet natul. Pa inge tung lun Jerusalem, ke el suk mongol Ac asroelik paol ac fahk, “Nga ac misa! Elos tuku in uniyuwi!”
| هاوارێکم بیست وەک هاواری ژنێکی ژانگرتوو بوو، لە ناخۆشیدا وەک یەکەم منداڵی بێت. دەنگی سییۆنی کچ هەنسک دەدات، دەست پان دەکاتەوە، دەڵێت: «وەی لە من! دەبوورێمەوە، گیانم لەبەر بکوژان دەردەچێت!» |
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperæ: vox filiæ Sion intermorientis, expandentisque manus suas: Væ mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos!]
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperæ: Vox filiæ Sion intermorientis, expandentisque manus suas: Væ mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos!
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperæ: Vox filiæ Sion intermorientis, expandentisque manus suas: væ mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos.
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperæ: vox filiæ Sion intermorientis, expandentisque manus suas: Væ mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos!
vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi angustias ut puerperae vox filiae Sion intermorientis expandentisque manus suas vae mihi quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos
Vocem enim quasi parturientis audivi, angustias ut puerperae: Vox filiae Sion inter morientis, expandentisque manus suas: vae mihi, quia defecit anima mea propter interfectos.
Jo Es dzirdu kā dzemdētājas balsi, vaidēšanu, kā no tās, kas cieš pirmās bērnu sāpes, Ciānas meitas balsi; tā vaid un izpleš savas rokas: ak vai, man! Jo manu dvēseli nomāc slepkavas.
Nayoki makelele lokola koganga ya mwasi oyo azali na pasi ya kobota, kolela ya pasi lokola mwasi oyo azali kobota mwana na ye ya liboso: ezali makelele ya kolela ya Siona, mboka kitoko; azali kolela, maboko likolo, mpe azali koloba: « Nabebi na ngai, nakomi na suka liboso ya babomi. »
Mpulira okukaaba ng’okw’omukazi alumwa okuzaala, okusinda ng’okw’oyo asindika omwana we asooka, okukaaba kw’omuwala wa Sayuuni ng’awejjawejja anoonya w’anassiza omukka, ng’agolola emikono gye ng’agamba nti, “Zinsanze nze, nzirika. Obulamu bwange buweereddwayo mu batemu.”
Fa efa nandre feo Aho tahaka ny vehivavy raha miteraka sy fidridridridriana tahaka ny vehivavy izay vao miteraka ny matoany, dia ny feon’ i Ziona zanakavavy, izay misefosefo sady mamelatra ny tànany ka manao hoe: Lozako! Fa reraka ny aiko azon’ ireo mpamono olona.
Fa nahatsanoñe hoe fikoiahan’ ampela mitsongo raho, ty fanaintaiña’ i misamake i tañoloñolo’eiy, ty fikoiaha’ ty ana’ i Tsione misehaseha, mañiti-tañampolo manao ty hoe: Hankàñe amako! Mitoirañe añatrefa’ o mpamonoo ty fiaiko!
ഈറ്റുനോവു കിട്ടിയവളുടെയും കടിഞ്ഞൂൽകുട്ടിയെ പ്രസവിക്കുന്നവളുടെയും ഞരക്കംപോലെ ഒരു ശബ്ദം ഞാൻ കേട്ടു; നെടുവീർപ്പിട്ടും കൈമലർത്തിയുംകൊണ്ട്: ‘അയ്യോ കഷ്ടം! എന്റെ പ്രാണൻ കൊലപാതകന്മാരുടെ മുമ്പിൽ ക്ഷയിച്ചുപോകുന്നു’ എന്ന് പറയുന്ന സീയോൻപുത്രിയുടെ ശബ്ദം തന്നെ”.
ഈറ്റുനോവു കിട്ടിയവളുടെ ഒച്ചപോലെയും കടിഞ്ഞൂൽകുട്ടിയെ പ്രസവിക്കുന്നവളുടെ ഞരക്കംപോലെയും ഒരു ശബ്ദം ഞാൻ കേട്ടു; നെടുവീൎപ്പിട്ടും കൈമലൎത്തിയുംകൊണ്ടു: അയ്യോ കഷ്ടം! എന്റെ പ്രാണൻ കുലപാതകന്മാരുടെ മുമ്പിൽ ക്ഷയിച്ചുപോകുന്നു എന്നു പറയുന്ന സീയോൻ പുത്രിയുടെ ശബ്ദം തന്നേ.
പ്രസവവേദന ബാധിച്ച ഒരുവളുടെയും ആദ്യജാതനെ പ്രസവിക്കാൻ വേദനപ്പെടുന്ന ഒരുവളുടെയും ഞരക്കംപോലെയൊരു ശബ്ദം ഞാൻ കേട്ടു. വീർപ്പുമുട്ടിയും കൈമലർത്തിയുംകൊണ്ട് “എനിക്ക് അയ്യോ കഷ്ടം! കൊലയാളികളുടെ മുമ്പിൽ എന്റെ പ്രാണൻ തളർന്നുപോകുന്നു,” എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു വിലപിക്കുന്ന സീയോൻപുത്രിയുടെ ശബ്ദംതന്നെ.
त्यामुळे मी दुःखाचा आवाज ऐकतो आहे, पहिल्या बाळंतपणाच्या वेळेला स्त्री ज्याप्रमाणे किंकाळी फोडते, तसाच सियोनकन्येचा आवाज मी ऐकला आहे. ती श्वासाकरता धडपडत आहे, ती आपले हात पसरत आहे, “मला हाय हाय! कारण माझ्या घातक्यांमुळे माझा जीव कंटाळला आहे!”
သားဖွားဝေဒနာခံရသောအမျိုးသမီး ၏အသံ၊ သားဦးကိုဖွားမြင်သည့်အမျိုးသမီးဟစ် အော်သံနှင့် တူသည့်အသံတစ်ခုကိုငါကြား၏။ ထိုအသံမှာမောဟိုက်၍လက်တုန်နေသော ယေရုရှလင်မြို့၏အသံပင်ဖြစ်ပေသည်။ သူက``ငါသည်အမင်္ဂလာရှိ၏။ သူတို့သည် ငါ့အားသတ်ရန်လာကြလေပြီဆို၏။''
အကယ်စင်စစ် သားဘွားသော မိန်းမညည်းသံ၊ သားဦးဘွားသော မိန်းမ၏ဝေဒနာခံရာ အသံကဲ့သို့၊ ဇိအုန်သတို့သမီး အော်ဟစ်သံကို ငါကြားရ၏။ ထိုသတို့ သမီးက၊ အကျွန်ုပ်သည် အမင်္ဂလာရှိပါ၏။ လူသတ် များကြောင့်၊ အကျွန်ုပ်စိတ်ပျက်ပါ၏ဟု မိမိလက်ဝါးကို ဖြန့်၍ ငိုကြွေးလျက်နေ၏။
အကယ် စင်စစ် သားဘွား သော မိန်းမ ညည်းသံ ၊ သား ဦးဘွား သော မိန်းမ၏ ဝေဒနာခံရာ အသံ ကဲ့သို့ ၊ ဇိအုန် သတို့သမီး အော်ဟစ်သံကို ငါကြားရ၏။ ထိုသတို့သမီးက၊ အကျွန်ုပ် သည် အမင်္ဂလာ ရှိပါ၏။ လူသတ် များကြောင့်၊ အကျွန်ုပ်စိတ်ပျက် ပါ၏ဟု မိမိ လက် ဝါးကို ဖြန့် ၍ ငိုကြွေး လျက်နေ၏။
Kua rongo hoki ahau i te reo, me te mea no te wahine e whanau ana, he mamae, me te mea ko tana matamua e puta ana, ko te reo o te tamahine a Hiona e whakahotuhotu ana, whewhera tonu ona ringa, me te karenga, Aue te mate i ahua! kua hemo hoki tok u wairua i mua i nga kaiwhakamate.
Ngizwa ukukhala okunjengokowesifazane ohelelwayo, ukububula okufana lozuza umntwana wakhe wakuqala, ukukhala kweNdodakazi yaseZiyoni ikhefuzela, yelule izandla zayo isithi, “Maye mina! Amandla ami asephela, ukuphila kwami sekunikelwe kubabulali.”
Ngoba ngizwile ilizwi kungathi ngelowesifazana ohelelwayo, ubuhlungu obunjengobeletha umntwana olizibulo, ilizwi lendodakazi yeZiyoni, ikhefuzela, iselula izandla zayo isithi: Maye-ke mina! Ngoba umphefumulo wami uphele amandla ngenxa yababulali.
त्यसैले म पीडाको आवाज, पहिलो बच्चाको जन्ममा हुने प्रसव-वेदना र सियोनकी छोरीको चिच्याहट सुन्दैछु । त्यसले स्वाँ-स्वाँ गर्दै सास फेर्दैछे । त्यसले आफ्ना हात फैलाउँछे, 'मलाई धिक्कार छ! यी हत्याराहरूको कारणले गर्दा म मूर्छा परिरहेकी छु ।”
For jeg hører et rop som av en kvinne i barnsnød, et angstskrik som av en kvinne når hun føder sitt første barn; det er Sions datter som roper; hun stønner, hun strekker ut sine hender og sier: Ve mig! Maktløs synker min sjel i morderes vold.
For eg høyrer rop nett som av ei kvinna i barnsnaud, naudrop som av kvinna når ho fær fyrste barnet, rop av dotteri Sion. Ho styn, ho retter ut henderne sine: Eie meg! Sjæli mi sig vanmegtig i mordar-vald.
କାରଣ ପ୍ରସବକାରିଣୀ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀର ରବ ପରି, ପ୍ରଥମ ସନ୍ତାନ ପ୍ରସବକାରିଣୀ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀର ବେଦନା ପରି ସିୟୋନ କନ୍ୟାର ରବ ଆମ୍ଭେ ଶୁଣିଅଛୁ, ସେ ଦୀର୍ଘ ନିଶ୍ୱାସ ଛାଡ଼ି ଓ ଆପଣା ହାତ ପ୍ରସାରି କହୁଅଛି, “ହାୟ ହାୟ! ହତ୍ୟାକାରୀମାନଙ୍କ ଆଗରେ ମୋʼ ପ୍ରାଣ ମୂର୍ଚ୍ଛିତ ହେଲା।”
Ani iyya akka iyya dubartii ciniinsifattu tokkoo, miixuu akka miixuu dubartii mucaa hangafa deessuu tokko nan dhagaʼe; ani iyya Intala Xiyoon kan yeroo hafuurri ishee citutti argantee harka ishee facaasuudhaan, “Wayyoo! Ani bade; lubbuun koo harka warra nama ajjeesuutti dabarfamtee kennamteerti” jettuu nan dhagaʼe.
ਮੈਂ ਤਾਂ ਉਸ ਔਰਤ ਵਰਗੀ ਇੱਕ ਅਵਾਜ਼ ਸੁਣੀ, ਜਿਹ ਨੂੰ ਜਣਨ ਦੀਆਂ ਪੀੜਾਂ ਹੋਣ, - ਉਹ ਦੇ ਵਰਗੀ ਡਾਢੀ ਪੀੜ ਦੀ ਅਵਾਜ਼, ਜਿਹੜੀ ਆਪਣਾ ਪਹਿਲੌਠਾ ਪੁੱਤਰ ਜਣਦੀ, ਸੀਯੋਨ ਦੀ ਧੀ ਦੀ ਅਵਾਜ਼ ਜਿਹੜੀ ਸਾਹ ਲਈ ਹੌਂਕਦੀ ਹੈ, ਜਿਹੜੀ ਆਪਣੇ ਹੱਥ ਵਧਾਉਂਦੀ ਹੈ, ਹਾਏ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੇ ਭਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਨ ਨੂੰ ਖ਼ੂਨੀਆਂ ਅੱਗੇ ਡੋਬ ਪੈ ਗਿਆ!।
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Bom słyszał głos jako rodzącej, uciski jako pierworodzącej, głos córki Syońskiej narzekającej, a załamującej ręce swe, mówiąc: Biada mnie teraz! bo ustała dusza moja dla morderców.
Słyszałem bowiem głos jakby rodzącej kobiety, udrękę jakby rodzącej po raz pierwszy, głos córki Syjonu, która lamentuje i wyciąga swe ręce, [mówiąc]: Biada mi teraz, bo moja dusza omdlewa z powodu morderców.
Porque ouço uma voz, como de mulher que está de parto, uma angústia como de parto de primeiro filho; é a voz da filha de Sião, que lamenta e estende suas mãos, [dizendo]: Ai de mim agora! Pois minha alma desmaia por causa dos assassinos.
Porquanto ouço uma voz, como de uma que está de parto, uma angustia como da que está com dôres de parto do primeiro filho; a voz da filha de Sião, offegante, que estende as suas mãos, dizendo: Oh! ai de mim agora, porque já a minha alma desmaia por causa dos matadores.
Porquanto ouço uma voz, como de uma que está de parto, uma angústia como da que está com dores de parto do primeiro filho; a voz da filha de Sião, ofegante, que estende as suas mãos, dizendo: Oh! ai de mim agora, porque já a minha alma desmaia por causa dos matadores.
Pois ouvi uma voz como a de uma mulher em trabalho de parto, a angústia como a de quem dá à luz seu primeiro filho, a voz da filha de Sião, que ofegante para respirar, que estende suas mãos, dizendo: “Ai de mim agora! Pois minha alma desmaia diante dos assassinos”.
Кэч Еу ауд ниште ципете ка але уней фемей ын кинуриле наштерий, ципете де дурере ка ла чя динтый фачере. Есте гласул фийчей Сионулуй, каре суспинэ ши ынтинде мыниле зикынд: ‘Ненорочита де мине! Мор дин причина учигашилор!’
Ибо Я слышу голос как бы женщины в родах, стон как бы рождающей в первый раз, голос дочери Сиона; она стонет, простирая руки свои: “о, горе мне! душа моя изнывает пред убийцами”.
Јер чујем глас као породиљин, цвиљење као жене која се први пут порађа, глас кћери сионске, која рида, пружа руке своје говорећи: Тешко мени! Јер ми нестаје душа од убилаца.
Jer èujem glas kao porodiljin, cviljenje kao žene koja se prvi put poraða, glas kæeri Sionske, koja rida, pruža ruke svoje govoreæi: teško meni! jer mi nestaje duše od ubilaca.
Ndiri kunzwa kuchema sekwomukadzi anorwadziwa pakusununguka, kugomera sekwomukadzi opona dangwe rake, kuchema kwoMwanasikana weZioni ari kufemedzeka, achitambanudza maoko ake achiti, “Maiwe! Ndoziya; upenyu hwangu hwaiswa kuvaurayi.”
Глас бо яко родящия слышах стенания твоего: аки первородящия глас дщере Сиони истает, и опустит руце свои: горе мне, яко изчезает душа моя над убиенными.
Kajti slišal sem glas ženske kakor v porodnih bolečinah in tesnobo kakor od tiste, ki rojeva svojega prvega otroka, glas sionske hčere, ki se objokuje, ki razširja svoji roki, rekoč: »Gorje mi sedaj! Kajti moja duša je izmučena zaradi morilcev.«
Waayo, waxaan maqlay cod sidii naag foolanaysa, iyo qaylo sidii mid ilmaheedii ugu horreeyey dhalaysa, waana codkii magaalada Siyoon, oo taahaysa, oo gacmaheeda kala fidisa, oo waxay tidhaahdaa, anigaa haatan hoogay! Waayo, naftaydii aad bay ugu daallan tahay gacankudhiiglayaasha aawadood.
Porque voz oí como de mujer que está de parto, angustia como de primeriza; voz de la hija de Sion que lamenta y extiende sus manos, diciendo: ¡Ay ahora de mí! Que mi alma desmaya a causa de los matadores.
Oigo los gritos de una mujer que está dando a luz, los gemidos agónicos de una mujer que da a luz a su primer hijo. Son los gritos de la Hija de Sión, que jadea y extiende las manos diciendo: “¡Por favor, ayúdenme, me están matando!”
Porque he oído una voz como la de una mujer de parto, la angustia de la que da a luz a su primer hijo, la voz de la hija de Sión, que jadea, que extiende sus manos, diciendo: “¡Ay de mí ahora! Porque mi alma se desmaya ante los asesinos”.
Porque oí un grito como de mujer que está de parto, la angustia como de primeriza. Es el grito angustiado de la hija de Sion que clama, extiende sus brazos y dice: ¡Ay de mí! ¡Mi alma desfallece ante los asesinos!
Porque voz oí como de mujer que está de parto, angustia como de la que pare primogénito: voz de la hija de Sión que lamenta, extiende sus manos: ¡Ay ahora de mi! que mi alma desmaya a causa de los matadores.
Porque voz oí como de mujer que está de parto, angustia como de primeriza; voz de la hija de Sión que lamenta y extiende sus manos, [diciendo]: ¡Ay ahora de mí! que mi alma desmaya á causa de los matadores.
Una voz ha llegado a mis oídos como la voz de una mujer en dolores de parto, el dolor de alguien que dio a luz a su primer hijo, la voz de la hija de Sión, luchando por respirar, extendiendo sus manos, diciendo: ¡Ahora el dolor es mío! porque mi fuerza se ha ido de mí a causa de los asesinos.
Oigo gritos como de parturienta, gemidos como de la que por primera vez da a luz; es la voz de la hija de Sion, que lanza ayes y extiende sus manos: “¡Ay de mí! desfallece mi alma a causa de la mortandad.”
Kwa hiyo nasikia sauti ya maumivu, yenye utungu kama ya mwanamke azaaye mtoto wake wa kwanza, sauti ya binti wa Sayuni. Atwetaye kupata pumzi. Ananyosha mikono yake na kusema, 'Ole wangu mimi! ninazimia kwa sababu ya wauaji hawa.'”
Nasikia kilio kama cha mwanamke katika utungu wa kuzaa, kilio cha uchungu kama cha anayemzaa mtoto wake wa kwanza: kilio cha Binti Sayuni akitweta ili aweze kupumua, akiinua mikono yake, akisema, “Ole wangu! Ninazimia; maisha yangu yamekabidhiwa kwa wauaji.”
Ty jag hör rop såsom av en barnaföderska, nödrop såsom av en förstföderska. Det är dottern Sion som ropar; hon flämtar, hon räcker ut sina händer: "Ack, ve mig! I mördares våld försmäktar min själ."
Förty jag hörer ett rop, såsom enes den der föder; en ångest, såsom enes den der i första barnsnöd är; ett dottrenes Zions rop, den der klagar och utslår händerna: Ack! ve mig, jag måste nästan förgås för dråps skull.
Ty jag hör rop såsom av en barnaföderska, nödrop såsom av en förstföderska. Det är dottern Sion som ropar; hon flämtar, hon räcker ut sina händer: »Ack, ve mig! I mördares våld försmäktar min själ.»
Sapagka't ako'y nakarinig ng tinig na gaya ng sa babaing nagdaramdam, ng daing ng gaya ng sa nanganganak sa panganay, ng tinig ng anak na babae ng Sion, na nagsisikip ang hininga, na naguunat ng kaniyang mga kamay, na nagsasabi, Sa aba ko ngayon! sapagka't ang kaluluwa ko ay nanglulupaypay sa harap ng mga mamamatay tao.
Kaya narinig ko ang ingay ng pagdadalamhati, pagdaing gaya ng pagsilang sa panganay na anak, ang ingay ng anak na babae ng Zion. Hinihingal siya. Iniunat niya ang kaniyang mga kamay. 'Kaawa-awa ako! Nanghihina ako dahil sa mga mamamatay-taong ito.'”
கர்ப்பவேதனைப்படுகிறவளின் சத்தமாகவும், முதல்முறை பிள்ளை பெறுகிறவளின் வியாகுலமாகவும், மகளாகிய சீயோனின் சத்தத்தைக் கேட்கிறேன்; அவள் பெருமூச்சுவிட்டு, தன் கைகளை விரித்து: ஐயோ, கொலைபாதகர்களால் என் ஆத்துமா சோர்ந்துபோகிறதே என்கிறாள்.
பிரசவ வேதனைப்படும் ஒரு பெண்ணின் அழுகுரலைப் போலவும், தன் முதற்பிள்ளையைப் பெற்றெடுக்கும் ஒரு பெண்ணின் வேதனைக் குரலைப் போலவும் ஒரு அழுகுரலைக் கேட்கிறேன். இளைத்து மூச்சு வாங்குகிற சீயோன் மகளின் அழுகுரலே அது. அவள் தன் கைகளை நீட்டி, “ஐயோ நான் மயக்கமடைகிறேன்; என் உயிர் கொலைகாரரிடம் கொடுக்கப்பட்டு விட்டது” என்கிறாள்.
స్త్రీ పురిటినొప్పులతో కేకలు వేస్తున్నట్టు, తొలి కాన్పులో స్త్రీ కేకలు వేస్తున్నట్టు సీయోను కన్య “అయ్యో, నాకు బాధ! నా హంతకుల చేతిలో చిక్కి నేను మూర్చబోతున్నాను” అని ఎగశ్వాసతో చేతులు చాస్తూ వేస్తున్న కేకలు నాకు వినబడుతున్నాయి.
He kuo u fanongo ki he leʻo ʻo hangē ko e fefine ʻoku langā, pea mo e mamahi ʻo hangē ko ia kuo ne fāʻeleʻi ʻene ʻuluaki tama, ko e leʻo ʻoe ʻofefine ʻo Saione, ʻaia ʻoku toʻe pea mafao hono nima, ʻo pehē, “ʻOiauē au! He ʻoku vaivai hoku laumālie koeʻuhi ko e kau fakapō.”
Sancı çeken kadının haykırışını, İlk çocuğunu doğuran kadının çektiği acıyı, Ellerini uzatmış, soluğu kesilmiş Siyon kızının, “Eyvah! Katillerin karşısında bayılıyorum” Diye haykırdığını işitir gibi oldum.
Mete osu bi te sɛ ɔbea a ɔwɔ awoko mu, apinisi te sɛ ɔbea a ɔrewo nʼabakan, Ɔbabea Sion resu te sɛ nea osi apini, ɔtrɛw ne nsa mu na ɔreka se, “Afei de meretɔ piti; wɔde me nkwa ama awudifo.”
Mete osu bi te sɛ ɔbaa a awoɔ aka no, mete apinisie te sɛ ɔbaa a ɔrebɔne awoɔ, Ɔbabaa Sion su te sɛ deɛ nisupɔporɔ ahini no, ɔtrɛ ne nsa mu na ɔka sɛ, “Afei deɛ, meretɔ baha; wɔde me kra ama awudifoɔ.”
Бо чую Я крик, немов породі́ллі, чую сто́гін, мов пе́рвістки, голос Сіонської дочки, — вона стогне, зало́млює руки свої та голо́сить: „Ой, горе мені, бо попало життя моє вби́вникам!“
क्यूँकि मैंने उस 'औरत की जैसी आवाज़ सुनी है जिसे दर्द लगे हों, और उसकी जैसी दर्दनाक आवाज़ जिसके पहला बच्चा पैदा हो, या'नी दुख़्तर — ए — सिय्यून की आवाज़, जो हाँपती और अपने हाथ फैलाकर कहती है, 'हाय! क़ातिलों के सामने मेरी जान बेताब है।
| چۈنكى مەن تولغاققا چۈشكەن ئايالنىڭكىدەك بىر ئاۋازنى، تۇنجى بالىنى تۇغقاندىكىدەك ئازابدا بولغان زىئون قىزىنىڭ ئاۋازىنى ئاڭلاۋاتىمەن؛ ئۇ قوللىرىنى سوزۇپ: «ھالىمغا ۋاي! بۇ قاتىللار تۈپەيلىدىن ھالىمدىن كەتتىم!» دەپ ھاسىرىماقتا. |
Чүнки мән толғаққа чүшкән аялниңкидәк бир авазни, тунҗа балини туққандикидәк азапда болған Зион қизиниң авазини аңлаватимән; у қоллирини созуп: «Һалимға вай! Бу қатиллар түпәйлидин һалимдин кәттим!» дәп һасиримақта.
Chünki men tolghaqqa chüshken ayalningkidek bir awazni, tunji balini tughqandikidek azabda bolghan Zion qizining awazini anglawatimen; u qollirini sozup: «Halimgha way! Bu qatillar tüpeylidin halimdin kettim!» dep hasirimaqta.
Qünki mǝn tolƣaⱪⱪa qüxkǝn ayalningkidǝk bir awazni, tunji balini tuƣⱪandikidǝk azabda bolƣan Zion ⱪizining awazini anglawatimǝn; u ⱪollirini sozup: «Ⱨalimƣa way! Bu ⱪatillar tüpǝylidin ⱨalimdin kǝttim!» dǝp ⱨasirimaⱪta.
Vì ta nghe tiếng, như tiếng đàn bà đẻ, tiếng thảm thương như tiếng đàn bà đẻ con so. Aáy là tiếng con gái Si-ôn, thở và giang tay ra mà rằng: Khốn nạn cho tôi! linh hồn tôi đã ngất đi trước mặt kẻ giết người!
Vì ta nghe tiếng, như tiếng đờn bà đẻ, tiếng thảm thương như tiếng đờn bà đẻ con so. Ấy là tiếng con gái Si-ôn, thở và giang tay mà rằng: Khốn nạn cho tôi! linh hồn tôi đã ngất đi trước mặt kẻ giết người!
Tôi nghe tiếng khóc la, như người đàn bà trong cơn chuyển bụng, tiếng rên của sản phụ sinh con đầu lòng. Đó là tiếng của con gái Si-ôn xinh đẹp thở hổn hển và rên rỉ: “Khốn cho tôi! Tôi bất lực trước bọn giết người!”
Mo gbọ́ ìró kan bí i igbe obìnrin tó ń rọbí, tí ó ń rọbí, ìrora bí i abiyamọ ọmọbìnrin Sioni tí ń pohùnréré ẹkún ara rẹ̀. Tí ó na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ tí ó sì wí pé, “Kíyèsi i mo gbé, nítorí a ti fi ẹ̀mí mi lé àwọn apani lọ́wọ́.”
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