Jer Jeremiáš, kapitola Kniha proroka Jeremiáše, kapitola 4
Jérémie 4:31 dans différentes traductions
Tchèque
BKR
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.
Français
Darby
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 !
Anglais
KJV (66 books)
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.
ASV
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.
BSB
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!”
DRA
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.
FBV
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!”
GNV
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.
JPS
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.'
LSV
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!”
NIV (US)
I hear a cry as of a woman in labor, a groan as of one bearing her first child— the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands and saying, “Alas! I am fainting; my life is given over to murderers.”
NIV (UK)
I hear a cry as of a woman in labour, a groan as of one bearing her first child – the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands and saying, ‘Alas! I am fainting; my life is given over to murderers.’
NMV
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 Tziyon [parched place], [that] bewails herself, [that] spreads her hands, [saying], Woe [is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
OJB
For I have heard a kol (outcry) like that of a woman in travail, and in labor pain like that of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of Bat Tziyon, that waileth, that stretcheth out her hands, saying: Oy nah li (Woe is me now)! For my nefesh is weary because of murderers.
T4T
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!”
WEB (US)
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.”