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- The Message - I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
- 新标点和合本 - 我因唉哼而困乏; 我每夜流泪,把床榻漂起, 把褥子湿透。
- 和合本2010(上帝版-简体) - 我因呻吟而困乏; 我每夜流泪,使床铺漂起, 把褥子湿透。
- 和合本2010(神版-简体) - 我因呻吟而困乏; 我每夜流泪,使床铺漂起, 把褥子湿透。
- 当代译本 - 我因哀叹心力交瘁, 夜夜哭泣,泪漂床榻, 湿透被褥。
- 圣经新译本 - 我因悲叹而疲惫, 我夜夜流泪,把床漂起, 把床榻浸透。
- 中文标准译本 - 我因叹息而困乏; 每个夜晚,我的眼泪使我的床榻漂浮, 使我的床铺浸透。
- 现代标点和合本 - 我因唉哼而困乏, 我每夜流泪,把床榻漂起, 把褥子湿透。
- 和合本(拼音版) - 我因唉哼而困乏, 我每夜流泪,把床榻漂起, 把褥子湿透。
- New International Version - I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
- New International Reader's Version - My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.
- English Standard Version - I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
- New Living Translation - I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.
- Christian Standard Bible - I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my bed and drench my couch every night.
- New American Standard Bible - I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.
- New King James Version - I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
- Amplified Bible - I am weary with my groaning; Every night I soak my bed with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.
- American Standard Version - I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
- King James Version - I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
- New English Translation - I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.
- World English Bible - I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
- 新標點和合本 - 我因唉哼而困乏; 我每夜流淚,把牀榻漂起, 把褥子濕透。
- 和合本2010(上帝版-繁體) - 我因呻吟而困乏; 我每夜流淚,使床鋪漂起, 把褥子濕透。
- 和合本2010(神版-繁體) - 我因呻吟而困乏; 我每夜流淚,使床鋪漂起, 把褥子濕透。
- 當代譯本 - 我因哀歎心力交瘁, 夜夜哭泣,淚漂床榻, 濕透被褥。
- 聖經新譯本 - 我因悲歎而疲憊, 我夜夜流淚,把床漂起, 把床榻浸透。
- 呂振中譯本 - 我因歎息而困乏; 我每夜以眼淚使床漂浮着, 把床榻濕透。
- 中文標準譯本 - 我因嘆息而困乏; 每個夜晚,我的眼淚使我的床榻漂浮, 使我的床鋪浸透。
- 現代標點和合本 - 我因唉哼而困乏, 我每夜流淚,把床榻漂起, 把褥子濕透。
- 文理和合譯本 - 我身因欷歔而疲乏、每夜涕泣、濕我牀而沾我榻兮、
- 文理委辦譯本 - 我困憊兮欷歔、終夜兮流涕、幃榻兮沾濡、
- 施約瑟淺文理新舊約聖經 - 我因歎息、甚覺困乏、每夜流淚、霑濡我床、浸濕我榻、
- 吳經熊文理聖詠與新經全集 - 死域誰念主。頌聲絕幽冥。
- Nueva Versión Internacional - Cansado estoy de sollozar; toda la noche inundo de lágrimas mi cama, ¡mi lecho empapo con mi llanto!
- 현대인의 성경 - 내가 슬퍼하다가 지쳤습니다. 내가 밤마다 흐느끼다가 눈물로 베개를 적십니다.
- Новый Русский Перевод - Ведь в смерти нет памяти о Тебе. Кто из мира мертвых Тебя восславит?
- Восточный перевод - Ведь в смерти нет памяти о Тебе. Кто из мира мёртвых Тебя восславит?
- Восточный перевод, версия с «Аллахом» - Ведь в смерти нет памяти о Тебе. Кто из мира мёртвых Тебя восславит?
- Восточный перевод, версия для Таджикистана - Ведь в смерти нет памяти о Тебе. Кто из мира мёртвых Тебя восславит?
- La Bible du Semeur 2015 - Car ceux qui sont morts ╵ne sont plus capables ╵de parler de toi ! Qui peut te louer ╵au séjour des morts ?
- リビングバイブル - 痛みのため、私はやせ細りました。 夜ごと涙で枕をぬらします。
- Nova Versão Internacional - Estou exausto de tanto gemer. De tanto chorar inundo de noite a minha cama; de lágrimas encharco o meu leito.
- Hoffnung für alle - Wenn ich tot bin, kann ich dir nicht mehr danken. Wie soll ich dich denn im Totenreich loben?
- Kinh Thánh Hiện Đại - Con mòn mỏi vì than thở. Suốt đêm trường dòng lệ đầm đìa, cả gối giường ướp đầy nước mắt.
- พระคริสตธรรมคัมภีร์ไทย ฉบับอมตธรรมร่วมสมัย - ข้าพระองค์คร่ำครวญจนอ่อนล้า ข้าพระองค์ร่ำไห้ตลอดทั้งคืนจนน้ำตาท่วมที่นอน และหมอนของข้าพระองค์ชุ่มด้วยน้ำตา
- พระคัมภีร์ ฉบับแปลใหม่ - ข้าพเจ้าอ่อนล้าเพราะร้องคร่ำครวญอยู่ เตียงนอนข้าพเจ้าเปียกชุ่มทุกค่ำคืน ข้าพเจ้าร้องรำพันจนที่นั่งเปียกโชก
交叉引用
- Jeremiah 14:17 - “And you, Jeremiah, will say this to them: “‘My eyes pour out tears. Day and night, the tears never quit. My dear, dear people are battered and bruised, hopelessly and cruelly wounded. I walk out into the fields, shocked by the killing fields strewn with corpses. I walk into the city, shocked by the sight of starving bodies. And I watch the preachers and priests going about their business as if nothing’s happened!’”
- Lamentations 2:18 - Give out heart-cries to the Master, dear repentant Zion. Let the tears roll like a river, day and night, and keep at it—no time-outs. Keep those tears flowing!
- Lamentations 2:19 - As each night watch begins, get up and cry out in prayer. Pour your heart out face-to-face with the Master. Lift high your hands. Beg for the lives of your children who are starving to death out on the streets.
- Job 10:1 - “I can’t stand my life—I hate it! I’m putting it all out on the table, all the bitterness of my life—I’m holding back nothing.”
- Psalms 88:9 - I call to you, God; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help. Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you? Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell? Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?
- Lamentations 2:11 - My eyes are blind with tears, my stomach in a knot. My insides have turned to jelly over my people’s fate. Babies and children are fainting all over the place,
- Psalms 39:12 - “Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my cry—open your ears. Don’t be callous; just look at these tears of mine. I’m a stranger here. I don’t know my way— a migrant like my whole family. Give me a break, cut me some slack before it’s too late and I’m out of here.”
- Psalms 77:2 - I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal. When friends said, “Everything will turn out all right,” I didn’t believe a word they said. I remember God—and shake my head. I bow my head—then wring my hands. I’m awake all night—not a wink of sleep; I can’t even say what’s bothering me. I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by. I strum my lute all through the night, wondering how to get my life together.
- Psalms 77:7 - Will the Lord walk off and leave us for good? Will he never smile again? Is his love worn threadbare? Has his salvation promise burned out? Has God forgotten his manners? Has he angrily stomped off and left us? “Just my luck,” I said. “The High God retires just the moment I need him.”
- Psalms 143:7 - Hurry with your answer, God! I’m nearly at the end of my rope. Don’t turn away; don’t ignore me! That would be certain death. If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Point out the road I must travel; I’m all ears, all eyes before you. Save me from my enemies, God— you’re my only hope! Teach me how to live to please you, because you’re my God. Lead me by your blessed Spirit into cleared and level pastureland.
- Lamentations 1:2 - She cries herself to sleep each night, tears soaking her pillow. No one’s left among her lovers to sit and hold her hand. Her friends have all dumped her.
- Lamentations 3:49 - “The tears stream from my eyes, an artesian well of tears, Until you, God, look down from on high, look and see my tears. When I see what’s happened to the young women in the city, the pain breaks my heart.
- Psalms 102:3 - I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. There’s nothing left of me— a withered weed, swept clean from the path.
- Lamentations 1:16 - “For all this I weep, weep buckets of tears, and not a soul within miles around cares for my soul. My children are wasted, my enemy got his way.”
- Psalms 38:9 - Lord, my longings are sitting in plain sight, my groans an old story to you. My heart’s about to break; I’m a burned-out case. Cataracts blind me to God and good; old friends avoid me like the plague. My cousins never visit, my neighbors stab me in the back. My competitors blacken my name, devoutly they pray for my ruin. But I’m deaf and mute to it all, ears shut, mouth shut. I don’t hear a word they say, don’t speak a word in response. What I do, God, is wait for you, wait for my Lord, my God—you will answer! I wait and pray so they won’t laugh me off, won’t smugly strut off when I stumble.
- Psalms 69:3 - I’m hoarse from calling for help, Bleary-eyed from searching the sky for God.