Psa诗 Žalmy诗篇, žalm篇 Kniha žalmů诗篇, žalm篇 22

诗篇 22:16的不同译本

捷克语

BKR [22:15] Jako voda rozplynul jsem se, a rozstoupily se všecky kosti mé, a srdce mé jako vosk rozpustilo se u prostřed vnitřností mých.

中文

当代译本 (简) [22:15] 我的力量枯竭如焦土， 我的舌头紧贴上颚。 你把我放在死亡的尘土中。

當代譯本 (繁) [22:15] 我的力量枯竭如焦土， 我的舌頭緊貼上顎。 你把我放在死亡的塵土中。

标准译本 (简) [22:15] 我的力量如同瓦片一样枯干， 我的舌头紧贴着上颚； 你把我放在死亡的尘土中。

標準譯本 (繁) [22:15] 我的力量如同瓦片一樣枯乾， 我的舌頭緊貼著上顎； 你把我放在死亡的塵土中。

现代标点和合本 (简) [22:15] 我的精力枯干，如同瓦片， 我的舌头贴在我牙床上。 你将我安置在死地的尘土中。

現代標點和合本 (繁) [22:15] 我的精力枯乾，如同瓦片， 我的舌頭貼在我牙床上。 你將我安置在死地的塵土中。

普通话本 [22:15] 我的嘴干得像干枯的瓦罐片， 我的舌头粘在牙床上。 上帝啊，我已经到了死亡的边缘。

英语

KJV (66 books) +4 [22:15] My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

BSB +1 [22:15] My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.

DRA [21:16] My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death.

FBV [22:15] My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.

GNV [22:15] My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

JPS [22:15] My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my throat; and Thou layest me in the dust of death.

LSV [22:15] My power is dried up as an earthen vessel, || And My tongue is cleaving to My jaws.

NASB [22:15] My strength is dried up like a piece of pottery, And my tongue clings to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death. NASB 2020

NIV (US) +1 [22:15] My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.

NMV [22:15] My strength is dried up like a potsherd (piece of broken pottery); and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and youi have brought me into the dust of death.

OJB My ko'ach is dried up like baked clay; and my leshon cleaveth to my jaws; and Thou layest me in the aphar mavet (dust of death).

T4T [22:15] My strength is all dried up [MET] like a broken piece of a clay jar that has dried in the sun. I am so thirsty that my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. O God, I think that you are about to let me die and become dirt!

WEB (US) +7 [22:15] My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.