Jer JeremiahJeremia, chapterhoofdstuk Book of JeremiahHet boek Jeremia, chapterhoofdstuk 9

Vertalingen Vergelijken

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!Isa 22:4; Jer 14:17

Jeremia 9:1 in verschillende vertalingen

Engels

KJV (66 books) Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
KJV (Cambridge) O that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
BSB Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daughter of my people.
DRA Who will give water to my head, and a fountain of tears to my eyes? and I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.
FBV How I wish my head was a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! Then I would weep day and night over all my people who have been killed.
GNV Oh, that mine head were full of water and mine eyes a fountaine of teares, that I might weepe day and night for the slayne of the daughter of my people.
LSV Who makes my head waters, || And my eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, || For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
NIV (US) Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.
NMV Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
OJB [8:23] Oh that my rosh (head) were mayim, and mine eyes a makor dimah (a fountain of tears), that I might weep yomam valailah for the slain of the Bat Ami!
T4T I wish that my head was like [MET] a spring of water, and that my eyes were like a fountain of tears. Then I would cry night and day for all of my people who have been killed by our enemies.
WEB (US) 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!

Nederlands

Canisius Ach, mocht mijn hoofd een stortvloed worden, Mijn oog een bron van tranen: Dat ik dag en nacht kon bewenen De doden van de dochter van mijn volk!