American Standard Version (1901)
And I said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
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And I said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
And I said unto the king, Let the king live forever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchers, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
Kai mah siangpahrang khaeah, Siangpahrang na hinglung sawk nasoe! Kam panawk aphumhaih, vangpui to amro moe, khongkhanawk hmai mah kang naah, kawbangmaw mikhmai sae ai ah ka om thai tih? tiah ka naa.
Tedae manghai te, “Manghai tah kumhal duela hing saeh, balae tih ka maelhmai a thae pawt eh? A pa rhoek kah phuel im khopuei loh kaksap tih a vongka khaw hmai loh a hlawp coeng,” ka ti nah.
Tedae manghai te, “Manghai tah kumhal duela hing saeh, balae tih ka maelhmai a thae pawt eh? A pa rhoek kah phuel im khopuei loh kaksap tih a vongka khaw hmai loh a hlawp coeng,” ka ti nah.
A i aku la i ke alii, I ola mau loa ke alii; heaha ka mea e ole ai e inoino ko'u maka i ka wa e waiho neoneo ana ke kulanakauhale, kahi o ua ilina a ko'u mau makuakane, a o na panipuka no hoi ona ua hoopauia i ke ahi.
and replied to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my fathers are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”
Mwen reponn li: -Mwen swete pou monwa viv lontan! Men, ki jan pou m' fè pa kagou lè lavil kote zansèt mwen yo antere a ap fin kraze, lè dife fin boule tout pòtay li yo?
et dixi regi: Rex, in æternum vive: quare non mœreat vultus meus, quia civitas domus sepulchrorum patris mei deserta est, et portæ ejus combustæ sunt igni?
And said to the king, May the king be living for ever: is it not natural for my face to be sad, when the town, the place where the bodies of my fathers are at rest, has been made waste and its doorways burned with fire?
Et je dis au roi : Que le roi vive à toujours ! Pourquoi mon visage ne serait-il pas triste, quand la ville, le lieu des sépulcres de mes pères, est dévastée, et que ses portes sont consumées par le feu ?
A řekl jsem králi: Král na věky buď živ. Kterak nemá býti smutný oblíčej můj, když město to, kdež jsou hrobové otců mých, zpuštěno jest, a brány jeho ohněm zkaženy?
ac nga fahk, “Finsrak in paht moul lal Tokosra! Ac fuka nga in tia ngetnget in asor, ke siti se ma mwet matu luk pukpuki we uh musalla, ac mutunpot uh firiryak?”
Eu disse ao rei: “Que o rei viva para sempre! Por que o meu rosto não estaria triste, quando a cidade, o lugar dos túmulos dos meus pais, está em ruínas, e as suas portas foram consumidas pelo fogo?”
Și am spus împăratului: Veșnic să trăiască împăratul, de ce să nu fie înfățișarea mea tristă, când cetatea, locul mormintelor părinților mei, șade risipită și porțile ei au fost mistuite de foc?
and I said to the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be said, forasmuch as the city, even the home of the sepulchres of my fathers, has been laid waste, and her gates have been devoured with fire?
``အရှင်မင်းကြီးသည်ထာဝစဉ်သက် တော်ရှည်ပါစေသော။ ကျွန်တော်မျိုး၏ ဘိုးဘေးများအားသင်္ဂြိုဟ်ရာမြို့သည် ပျက်စီးယိုယွင်းလျက်မြို့တံခါးများ သည်လည်းမီးလောင်ကျွမ်းကုန်ပြီဖြစ် သဖြင့် ကျွန်တော်မျိုးသည်အဘယ်သို့ လျှင်မျက်နှာမညှိုးငယ်ဘဲနေနိုင်ပါ မည်နည်း'' ဟုပြန်လည်လျှောက်ထား၏။
And I said to the king, Let the king live for ever! Why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lies waste, and its gates are consumed with fire?
Und ich sprach zu dem König: Der König lebe ewiglich! Warum sollte mein Angesicht nicht traurig sein, da die Stadt, die Begräbnisstätte meiner Väter, wüst liegt, und ihre Tore vom Feuer verzehrt sind?
En ik zeide tot de koning: De koning leve in eeuwigheid! Hoe zou mijn aangezicht niet treurig zijn, daar de stad, de plaats der begrafenissen mijner vaderen, woest is, en haar poorten met vuur verteerd zijn?
en sprak tot den koning: De koning leve voor eeuwig! Hoe zou ik niet treuren, daar de stad ligt verwoest, waar de graven van mijn vaderen zijn, en daar haar poorten door het vuur zijn verteerd?
e dissi al re: Possa il re vivere in perpetuo; come non sarebbe la mia faccia mesta, rimanendo la città, che è il luogo delle sepolture de' miei padri, distrutta, e le sue porte consumate dal fuoco ?
And I said to the king: O king, live for ever: why should not my countenance be sorrowful, seeing the city of the place of the sepulchres of my fathers is desolate, and the gates thereof are burnt with fire?
And I said to the King, God saue the King for euer: why should not my countenance be sad, when the citie and house of the sepulchres of my fathers lieth waste, and the gates thereof are deuoured with fire?
og jeg sagde til Kongen: “Kongen leve evindelig! Hvor kan jeg andet end se modfalden ud, når den By, hvor mine Fædres Grave er, ligger øde, og dens Porte er fortæret af Ilden?”
And I said unto the king, May the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth ruined, and her gates are consumed by fire?
And I said unto the king: 'Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?'
And said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
And said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
bèn nói với vua rằng: Nguyện vua vạn tuế! Lẽ nào mặt tôi không buồn, khi cái thành, là nơi có mồ mả của tổ phụ tôi, bị phá hoang, và các cửa thành bị lửa thiêu đốt?
and said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
Pea naʻaku pehē ki he tuʻi, “Tuku ke moʻui ʻae tuʻi ʻo taʻengata: ʻe ʻikai te u mata tangi nai ko e hā, lolotonga kuo tuku liʻaki pe ʻae kolo, ko e potu ʻoe ngaahi tanuʻanga ʻo ʻeku ngaahi tamai, pea ko hono ngaahi matapā kuo tutuʻaki ʻae afi?”
Et je répondis au roi: Que le roi vive à jamais! Comment n'aurais-je pas mauvais visage, quand la ville, lieu des tombeaux de mes pères, demeure désolée, et que ses portes ont été consumées par le feu?
kaj mi diris al la reĝo: La reĝo vivu eterne; kiel mi povas ne aspekti malbone, kiam la urbo, kiu estas la tomboloko de miaj patroj, estas dezertigita, kaj ĝiaj pordegoj estas forbruligitaj per fajro?
et je répondis au roi: Que le roi vive éternellement! Comment n’aurais-je pas mauvais visage, lorsque la ville où sont les sépulcres de mes pères est détruite et que ses portes sont consumées par le feu?
und sprach zu dem König: Der König lebe ewiglich! Sollte ich nicht übel sehen? Die Stadt da das Begräbnis meiner Väter ist, liegt wüst, und ihre Tore sind mit Feuer verzehrt.
and I said to the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be said, forasmuch as the city, even the home of the sepulchres of my fathers, has been laid waste, and her gates have been devoured with fire?
and I said to the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be said, forasmuch as the city, even the home of the sepulchres of my fathers, has been laid waste, and her gates have been devoured with fire?
and replied to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my fathers are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”
And said to the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchers, lieth waste, and its gates are consumed with fire?
And I said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?
e dissi al re: “Viva il re in eterno! Come potrebbe il mio aspetto non esser triste quando la città dove sono i sepolcri de’ miei padri è distrutta e le sue porte son consumate dal fuoco?”
Je répondis au roi : « Que le roi vive toujours ! Comment ne pas avoir l’air triste, alors que la ville où se trouvent les tombeaux de mes ancêtres est dévastée et que ses portes ont été brûlées ? »
Y dije al rey: El rey viva para siempre. ¿Cómo no estará triste mi rostro, cuando la ciudad, casa de los sepulcros de mis padres, está desierta, y sus puertas consumidas del fuego?
Pero le respondí al rey: “¡Que viva el rey para siempre! ¿Cómo no voy a estar triste, si la ciudad donde están las tumbas de mis antepasados está en ruinas y sus puertas han sido quemadas?”
Y dije al rey: «¡Viva el rey para siempre! ¿Cómo no ha de estar triste mi rostro, cuando la ciudad, casa de los sepulcros de mis padres, yace desolada y sus puertas consumidas por el fuego?»
i rekoh kralju: “Neka uvijek živi kralj! Kako mi lice ne bi bilo tužno kad je grad gdje su grobovi mojih otaca razoren, a vrata mu ognjem spaljena?”
I rekoh caru: Da je živ car do veka! Kako ne bih bio lica neveselog, kad je grad gde su grobovi mojih otaca opusteo i vrata mu ognjem spaljena?
Und ich sprach zum Könige: Der König möge immerdar leben! Warum sollte ich nicht schlecht aussehen, wenn die Stadt, die Begräbnisstätte meiner Väter, wüste liegt, und ihre Thore vom Feuer verzehrt sind?
וָאֹמַ֣ר לַמֶּ֔לֶךְ הַמֶּ֖לֶךְ לְעוֹלָ֣ם יִחְיֶ֑ה מַדּ֜וּעַ לֹא־יֵרְע֣וּ פָנַ֗י אֲשֶׁ֨ר הָעִ֜יר בֵּית־קִבְר֤וֹת אֲבֹתַי֙ חֲרֵבָ֔ה וּשְׁעָרֶ֖יהָ אֻכְּל֥וּ בָאֵֽשׁ׃ ס
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”
and say to the king, 'Let the king to the age live! wherefore should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of the graves of my fathers, [is] a waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?'
καὶ εἶπα τῷ βασιλεῖ· ὁ βασιλεὺς εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ζήτω· διατί οὐ μὴ γένηται πονηρὸν τὸ πρόσωπόν μου, διότι ἡ πόλις, οἶκος μνημείων πατέρων μου, ἠρημώθη καὶ αἱ πύλαι αὐτῆς κατεβρώθησαν ἐν πυρί;
ши ам рэспунс ымпэратулуй: „Трэяскэ ымпэратул ын вяк! Кум сэ н-ам фаца тристэ кынд четатя ын каре сунт морминтеле пэринцилор мей есте нимичитэ ши порциле ей сунт арсе де фок?”
І сказав цареві: Нехай живе царь по вік! Як же не має бути смутним лице моє, коли город, місце гробовищ батьків моїх, стоїть опустошене, й ворота його попалені огнем!
І сказав цареві: Нехай живе царь по вік! Як же не має бути смутним лице моє, коли город, місце гробовищ батьків моїх, стоїть опустошене, й ворота його попалені огнем!
И рекох цару: Да је жив цар до века! Како не бих био лица невеселог, кад је град где су гробови мојих отаца опустео и врата му огњем спаљена?
и сказал царю: да живет царь во веки! Как не быть печальным лицу моему, когда город, дом гробов отцов моих, в запустении, и ворота его сожжены огнем!
וָאֹמַ֣ר לַמֶּ֔לֶךְ הַמֶּ֖לֶךְ לְעֹולָ֣ם יִחְיֶ֑ה מַדּ֜וּעַ לֹא־יֵרְע֣וּ פָנַ֗י אֲשֶׁ֨ר הָעִ֜יר בֵּית־קִבְרֹ֤ות אֲבֹתַי֙ חֲרֵבָ֔ה וּשְׁעָרֶ֖יהָ אֻכְּל֥וּ בָאֵֽשׁ׃ ס
ואמר למלך המלך לעולם יחיה מדוע לא ירעו פני אשר העיר בית קברות אבתי חרבה ושעריה אכלו באש׃
وَقُلْتُ لِلْمَلِكِ: «لِيَحْيَ ٱلْمَلِكُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ. كَيْفَ لَا يَكْمَدُّ وَجْهِي وَٱلْمَدِينَةُ بَيْتُ مَقَابِرِ آبَائِي خَرَابٌ، وَأَبْوَابُهَا قَدْ أَكَلَتْهَا ٱلنَّارُ؟»
و به پادشاه گفتم: «پادشاه تا به ابد زنده بماند، رویم چگونه ملول نباشد و حال آنکه شهری که موضع قبرهای پدرانم باشد، خراب است و دروازه هایش به آتش سوخته شده.»
ငါသည်အလွန် ကြောက် ၍ ၊ ရှင်ဘုရင် အသက် တော်အစဉ် အမြဲရှင်ပါစေ။ ကျွန်တော် ဘိုးဘေး သင်္ချိုင်း ရှိရာမြို့ သည် ပျက်စီး လျက် ၊ မြို့တံခါး လည်း မီး လောင် ၍ ကုန်ပြီဖြစ်သောကြောင့်၊ ကျွန်တော် သည် မျက်နှာ မ ညှိုးငယ် ဘဲ အဘယ်သို့ နေနိုင်ပါမည်နည်းဟု လျှောက် သော်၊
왕께 대답하되 `왕은 만세수를 하옵소서 ! 나의 열조의 묘실 있는 성읍이 이제까지 황무하고 성문이 소화되었사오니 내가 어찌 얼굴에 수색이 없사오리이까 ?'
私は王に言った。「王がとこしえに生きられますように。私の先祖の墓のある町が荒れ果て、その門が火で焼かれたままなのです。どうして悲しそうな顔をせずにいられましょうか。」
我对王说:“愿王万岁!我列祖坟墓所在的城荒废,城门被火吞灭,我怎能不面带愁容呢?”
我对王说:「愿王万岁!我列祖坟墓所在的那城荒凉,城门被火焚烧,我岂能面无愁容吗?」
我對王說:「願王萬歲!我列祖墳墓所在的那城荒涼,城門被火焚燒,我豈能面無愁容嗎?」
E disse ao rei: Viva o rei para sempre! Como meu rosto não estaria triste, quando a cidade, o lugar dos sepulcros de meus pais, está arruinada, e suas portas consumidas a fogo?
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N’obwôba bunji, nanacishuza mwâmi, nti: «Mwâmi aganze. Kurhigi obusù bwâni burhankazinzibala, erhi akabà olugo lubamwo enshinda z’ababusi bâni lwoshi lwahombire, ebyôgo byâlwo byalundugurhwa n’omuliro?»
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Da fürchtete ich mich sehr und sprach: Der König lebe ewig! Warum sollte ich nicht traurig aussehen, da doch die Stadt, wo der Begräbnisplatz meiner Väter ist, wüste liegt und ihre Tore vom Feuer verzehrt sind?
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Y dijo al rey: Que el rey viva para siempre. ¿No es natural que mi rostro esté triste, cuando la ciudad, el lugar donde están los sepulcros de mis padres, está desolada? ¿Sus puertas han sido consumidas por el fuego?
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y respondí al rey: ¡Viva el rey para siempre! ¿Cómo no debe estar triste mi semblante cuando la ciudad donde están los sepulcros de mis antepasados está en ruinas y sus puertas consumidas por el fuego?
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And said unto HaMelech, HaMelech l'olam yicheyeh. Why should not my countenance look sad, when HaIr, the Bais Kivrot Avotai, lieth in ruins, and the gates thereof are consumed with eish?
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