American Standard Version (1901)
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
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Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Aw khongkha, hang ah! Aw vangpui, qah ah! Nangcae, Philistin kaminawk boih, tui ah amzawt oh! Aluek bang hoiah tamai to amzam moe, angmah ih atue phak naah angmabueng amkhraeng kami mi doeh om mak ai.
Vongka nang rhung laeh. Khopuei nang pang laeh. Tlangpuei lamkah hmaikhu ha thoeng tih a caempa khuiah a pangoe pawt dongah Philistia nang tah boeih paci coeng.
Vongka nang rhung laeh. Khopuei nang pang laeh. Tlangpuei lamkah hmaikhu ha thoeng tih a caempa khuiah a pangoe pawt dongah Philistia nang tah boeih paci coeng.
E aoa, e ka pukapa, e uwe aku, e ke kulanakauhale, Ua maule oe, e Pilisetia a pau. No ka mea, ke punohu mai nei ka uwahi mai ka akau mai, Aohe mea helelei o kona poe kaua.
Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.
Nou menm k'ap veye pòtay lavil moun Filisti yo, nou mèt plenn kont kò nou! Nou menm ki rete anndan lavil yo, nou mèt pouse kont rèl nou. Nou tout moun peyi Filisti yo, nou mèt tranble nan tout kò nou. Yon nwaj nwa ap vini soti nan nò. Se yon gwo lame. Pa gen yonn nan sòlda li yo k'ap fè kazwèl!
Ulula, porta; clama civitas; prostrata est Philisthæa omnis; ab aquilone enim fumus veniet, et non est qui effugiet agmen ejus.
Send out a cry, O door! Make sounds of sorrow, O town! All your land has come to nothing, O Philistia; for there comes a smoke out of the north, and everyone keeps his place in the line.
Hurle, porte ! Ville, pousse des cris ! Sois dissoute, Philistie tout entière ! car une fumée vient du nord, et nul ne reste à l’écart dans ses rassemblements de troupes.
Kvěl, ó bráno, křič město, již jsi rozplynula se všecka ty země Filistinská; nebo od půlnoci oheň přijde aniž bude, kdo by stranil z obcí jeho.
Siti nukewa in acn Philistia, kowos in wowoyak tung ac suk kasru. Kowos nukewa in sangeng ac rarrar! Sie pukun kutkut pa tuku epang me — sie un mwet mweun su wangin mwet sangengtot inmasrlolos.
Uive, ó porta! Clame, ó cidade! Você está derretida de medo, ó Filístia inteira; pois do norte vem fumaça, e não há retardatários em suas fileiras.
Urlă poartă; strigă cetate; tu întreagă Palestină, eşti topită; căci va veni un fum din nord şi nimeni nu va fi singur la timpurile lui hotărâte.
Howl, ye gates of cities; let the cities be troubled and cry, even all the Philistines: for smoke is coming from the north, and there is no possibility of living.
အို ဖိလိတ္တိမြို့အပေါင်းတို့၊ ညည်းတွားမြည် တမ်းလျက်အကူအညီအော်ဟစ်တောင်းခံ ကြလော့။ သင်တို့အားလုံးပင်ထိတ်လန့်တုန် လှုပ်လျက်ရှိနေကြလော့။ သူရဲဘောကြောင် သူတစ်ဦးတစ်ယောက်မျှမပါသည့်တပ် မတော်ကြီးတစ်ခုသည်ဖုတ်တထောင်း ထောင်းနှင့်မြောက်အရပ်မှချီတက်လာနေ၏။
Howl, O gate! cry, O city! thou, Philistia, art wholly dissolved; for there cometh from the north a smoke, and none remaineth apart in his gatherings [of troops].
Heule, Tor! Schreie Stadt! Gänzlich hinschmelzen sollst du, Philistäa; denn von Norden her kommt Rauch und kein Vereinzelter ist unter seinen Scharen.
Huil, gij poort, schreeuw, gij stad! gij zijt gesmolten, gij gans Palestina! want van het noorden komt een rook, en er is geen eenzame in zijn samenkomsten.
Huilt, poorten; stad, schreeuw het uit, Filistea, sidder van boven tot onder; Want een rookwolk komt uit het noorden, Geen van haar zuilen blijft achter.
Urla, o porta; grida, o città; stuggiti, o Palestina tutta; perciocchè viene un fumo dal Settentrione; e niuno se ne starà in disparte a' tempi ordinati di esso.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city: all Philistia is thrown down: for a smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop.
Howle, O gate, crie, O citie: thou whole lande of Palestina art dissolued, for there shall come from the North a smoke, and none shalbe alone, at his time appointed.
Howl, O gate! cry aloud, O city! O Philistia, thou meltest away in terror! For from the north cometh a smoke, And there is no straggler in their hosts.
Hyl, Port, skrig, By, Angst gribe dig, hele Filisterland! Thi nordenfra kommer Røg, i Fjendeskaren nøler ingen.
Wail, O gate; cry out, O city; thou art dissolved, O thou entire Palestine; for from the north a smoke is coming, and there is no one solitary among those that are bidden to come.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; melt away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
Hỡi cửa, hãy than khóc! Hỡi thành, hãy kêu la! Hỡi cả đất Phi-li-tin, hết thảy hãy đều tan chảy! Vì có luồng khói từ phương bắc đến, chẳng ai lìa khỏi hàng ngũ mình.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; Thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: For there shall come from the north a smoke, And none shall be alone in his appointed times.
Tangi, ʻae matapā, tāngiloa, ʻae kolo; ʻa koe, ko Filisitia kotoa, kuo mole ʻi he manavahē: koeʻuhi ʻe haʻu mei he tokelau ʻae ʻohuafi, pea ʻe ʻikai he ha tokotaha ʻi heʻene ngaahi kautau.
Porte, gémis! Ville, lamente-toi! Terre des Philistins, sois toute dans l'épouvante! Car du nord vient une fumée, une troupe où nul combattant ne quitte son rang.
Ĝemploru, ho pordego; kriu, ho urbo; perdis la kuraĝon la tuta Filiŝtujo; ĉar de nordo venas fumo, kaj neniu restas sola en iliaj taĉmentoj.
Porte, gémis! Ville, lamente-toi! Tremble, pays tout entier des Philistins! Car du nord vient une fumée, Et les rangs de l’ennemi sont serrés.
Heule Tor! schreie Stadt! Ganz Philisterland ist feige; denn von Mitternacht kommt ein Rauch, und ist kein Einsamer in seinen Gezelten.
Howl, you⌃ gates of cities; let the cities be troubled and cry, even all the Philistines: for smoke is coming from the north, and there is no possibility of living.
Howl, you⌃ gates of cities; let the cities be troubled and cry, even all the Philistines: for smoke is coming from the north, and there is no possibility of living.
Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, all Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou art melted away, O Philistia, all of thee; for there cometh a smoke out of the north, and none standeth aloof at his appointed times.
Urla, o porta! grida, o città! Struggiti, o Filistei tutta quanta! Poiché dal nord viene un fumo, e niuno si sbanda dalla sua schiera.
Hurle, porte ! Crie, ville ! Tu es anéantie, Philistie tout entière ; car du nord vient une fumée, et il n'y a aucun traînard dans ses rangs.
Aulla, oh puerta; clama, oh ciudad; disuelta estás toda tú, Filistea: porque humo vendrá de aquilón, no quedará uno solo en sus asambleas.
¡Aúlla, puerta! ¡Grita, ciudad! ¡Derrítanse de miedo, todos ustedes, filisteos! Porque del norte viene una nube de humo, y nadie se queda atrás en sus filas.
¡Aullad, puertas! ¡Clamad, ciudad! Disuelta estáis vosotros, Filistea toda; porque humo viene del norte, y no quedará uno solo de sus filas.
Kukajte, vrata! Zapomaži, grade! Strepi, sva Filistejo! Jer sa sjevera dim dolazi i čete njegove ne napušta nitko!
Ridajte, vrata; viči, grade; rastopila si se, sva zemljo filistejska, jer sa severa ide dim i niko se neće osamiti u zborovima njegovim.
Heule, o Thor! Schreie, o Stadt! Erbebe, gesamtes Philisterland! Denn von Norden her kommt Rauch, und keiner bleibt zurück von seinen Scharen.
Howl, ye gates of cities; let the cities be troubled and cry, even all the Philistines: for smoke is coming from the north, and there is no possibility of living.
הֵילִ֤ילִֽי שַׁ֨עַר֙ זַֽעֲקִי־עִ֔יר נָמ֖וֹג פְּלֶ֣שֶׁת כֻּלֵּ֑ךְ כִּ֤י מִצָּפוֹן֙ עָשָׁ֣ן בָּ֔א וְאֵ֥ין בּוֹדֵ֖ד בְּמוֹעָדָֽיו׃
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places.
ὀλολύξατε, πύλαι πόλεων, κεκραγέτωσαν πόλεις τεταραγμέναι, οἱ ἀλλόφυλοι πάντες, ὅτι ἀπὸ Βορρᾶ καπνὸς ἔρχεται, καὶ οὐκ ἔστι τοῦ εἶναι.
Ὀλολύξατε πύλαι πόλεων, κεκραγέτωσαν πόλεις τεταραγμέναι, οἱ ἀλλόφυλοι πάντες, ὅτι ἀπὸ βοῤῥᾶ καπνὸς ἔρχεται, καὶ οὐκ ἔστι τοῦ εἶναι.
Ӂемь, поартэ! Бочеште-те, четате! Кутремурэ-те, тоатэ цара филистенилор! Кэч ун фум вине де ла мязэноапте ши шируриле врэжмашулуй сунт стрынсе.
Ридайте ж, ворота , вий голосно, місто! Розпадешся ти, земле Филистійська; ось бо — від півночі ковпіт димом надходить, а нема втомленого в їх полках.
Ридайте ж, ворота , вий голосно, місто! Розпадешся ти, земле Филистійська; ось бо — від півночі ковпіт димом надходить, а нема втомленого в їх полках.
Ридајте, врата; вичи, граде; растопила си се, сва земљо филистејска, јер са севера иде дим и нико се неће осамити у зборовима његовим.
Рыдайте, ворота! вой голосом, город! Распадешься ты, вся земля Филистимская, ибо от севера дым идет, и нет отсталого в полчищах их.
הֵילִ֤ילִֽי שַׁ֙עַר֙ זַֽעֲקִי־עִ֔יר נָמֹ֖וג פְּלֶ֣שֶׁת כֻּלֵּ֑ךְ כִּ֤י מִצָּפֹון֙ עָשָׁ֣ן בָּ֔א וְאֵ֥ין בֹּודֵ֖ד בְּמֹועָדָֽיו׃
הילילי שער זעקי עיר נמוג פלשת כלך כי מצפון עשן בא ואין בודד במועדיו׃
وَلْوِلْ أَيُّهَا ٱلْبَابُ. ٱصْرُخِي أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْمَدِينَةُ. قَدْ ذَابَ جَمِيعُكِ يَا فِلِسْطِينُ، لِأَنَّهُ مِنَ ٱلشَّمَالِ يَأْتِي دُخَانٌ، وَلَيْسَ شَاذٌّ فِي جُيُوشِهِ.
ای دروازه ولوله نما! وای شهر فریاد برآور! ای تمامی فلسطین تو گداخته خواهی شد. زیراکه از طرف شمال دود میآید و از صفوف وی کسی دور نخواهد افتاد.
အိုတံခါး ၊ ညည်းတွား လော့။ အိုမြို့ ၊ ငိုကြွေး မြည်တမ်း လော့။ အိုဖိလိတ္တိ ပြည်လုံး ၊ သင်သည်မှိုင်တွေ လျက်ရှိ ၏။ မြောက် မျက်နှာမှ မီးခိုး ထွက် လာ၏။ ထိုအလုံးအရင်း ၌ တယောက် တခြားစီနေသောသူမ ရှိ။
성문이여 슬피 울지어다 성읍이여 부르짖을지어다 너 블레셋이여 다 소멸되게 되었도다 대저 연기가 북방에서 오는데 그 항오를 떨어져 행하는 자 없느니라
門よ、泣き叫べ。 町よ、叫べ。 ペリシテ全土よ、 あなたは溶け去る。 北から煙が来るからだ。 その隊列には落伍者が一人もいない。
城门哪,哀号吧!城啊,呼喊吧!非利士全地啊,你都消化了;因为烟从北方而来,他的行列中没有掉队的人。
门哪,应当哀号! 城啊,应当呼喊! 非利士全地啊,你都消化了! 因为有烟从北方出来, 他行伍中并无乱队的。
門哪,應當哀號! 城啊,應當呼喊! 非利士全地啊,你都消化了! 因為有煙從北方出來, 他行伍中並無亂隊的。
Uiva, ó porta! Grita, ó cidade! Tu, Filisteia inteira, estás a ser derretida; porque do norte vem fumaça, e não há solitário em seus batalhões.
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Obande endûlù, wâni muhango, obande akahababo, wâni lugo! Ogeremw’omusisi wêshi wêshi, wâni Filistiya! Bulya olunda lw’e mwênè erhenzire omugî, n’abarhabâzi barhalimwo osigir’enyuma.»
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Heule Pforte! Schreie, Stadt! Verzage, ganz Philisterland! Denn von Mitternacht kommt ein Rauch, eine lückenlose Schar!
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¡Envía un clamor, oh puerta! ¡Gime de tristeza, pueblo! Desanímate, tu tierra ha quedado en nada, oh Filistea; porque sale un humo del norte, y todos mantienen su lugar en la fila.
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¡Aúlla, puerta! ¡Grita, ciudad! ¡Desfallece, oh Filistea, toda tú! Porque un humo viene del norte, y no hay rezagado en sus huestes.
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Wail, O sha'ar (gate); howl, O ir; all ye of Peleshet, melt away; for there shall come from the tzafon (north) an ashan (smoke), and none shall be a straggler in his ranks.
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