“ What’s the trouble?” the king asked.“ Alas, I am a widow!” she replied.“ My husband is dead.

王问她说：“你有什么事呢？”回答说：“婢女实在是寡妇，我丈夫死了。

王对她说：“你有什么事呢？”她说：“我实在是个寡妇，我丈夫死了。

王对她说：“你有什么事呢？”她说：“我实在是个寡妇，我丈夫死了。

王问她：“你有什么事？”妇人说：“婢女是个寡妇，丈夫死了。

王问她：“你有什么事呢？”她回答：“我实在是个寡妇，我的丈夫死了。

王問她說：「你有甚麼事呢？」回答說：「婢女實在是寡婦，我丈夫死了。

王對她說：「你有甚麼事呢？」她說：「我實在是個寡婦，我丈夫死了。

王對她說：「你有甚麼事呢？」她說：「我實在是個寡婦，我丈夫死了。

王問她：「你有什麼事？」婦人說：「婢女是個寡婦，丈夫死了。

王問她：“你有甚麼事呢？”她回答：“我實在是個寡婦，我的丈夫死了。

王問她說：『你有甚麼事呢？』婦人說：『我實在是寡婦；我的丈夫死了。

王問她：「你有什麼事呢？」她說：「是這樣，我是個寡婦，我的丈夫死了。

王曰、爾有何事、曰、我乃嫠婦、我夫已死、

王曰、爾緣何事。曰、我夫已死、遺我為嫠、婢有二子。

王謂之曰、爾緣何事、曰、婢之夫已死、遺婢為嫠、

The king asked her,“ What is troubling you?” She said,“ I am a widow; my husband is dead.

The king asked her,“ What’s bothering you?” She said,“ I’m a widow. My husband is dead.

And the king said to her,“ What is your trouble?” She answered,“ Alas, I am a widow; my husband is dead.

“ What’s the matter?” the king asked her.“ Sadly, I am a widow; my husband died,” she said.

And the king said to her,“ What is troubling you?” And she answered,“ Truly I am a widow, for my husband is dead.

Then the king said to her,“ What troubles you?” And she answered,“ Indeed I am a widow, my husband is dead.

And the king said unto her, What aileth thee? And she answered, Of a truth I am a widow, and my husband is dead.

“ What’s the matter?” the king asked her.“ To tell the truth, I am a widow; my husband died,” she said.

And the king said unto her, What aileth thee? And she answered, I[ am] indeed a widow woman, and mine husband is dead.

The king replied to her,“ What do you want?” She answered,“ I am a widow; my husband is dead.

The king said to her,“ What ails you?” She answered,“ Truly I am a widow, and my husband is dead.

So the Lord sent Nathan the prophet to tell David this story:“ There were two men in a certain town. One was rich, and one was poor.The rich man owned a great many sheep and cattle.The poor man owned nothing but one little lamb he had bought. He raised that little lamb, and it grew up with his children. It ate from the man’s own plate and drank from his cup. He cuddled it in his arms like a baby daughter.

Once upon a time the trees decided to choose a king. First they said to the olive tree,‘ Be our king!’But the olive tree refused, saying,‘ Should I quit producing the olive oil that blesses both God and people, just to wave back and forth over the trees?’“ Then they said to the fig tree,‘ You be our king!’But the fig tree also refused, saying,‘ Should I quit producing my sweet fruit just to wave back and forth over the trees?’“ Then they said to the grapevine,‘ You be our king!’But the grapevine also refused, saying,‘ Should I quit producing the wine that cheers both God and people, just to wave back and forth over the trees?’“ Then all the trees finally turned to the thornbush and said,‘ Come, you be our king!’And the thornbush replied to the trees,‘ If you truly want to make me your king, come and take shelter in my shade. If not, let fire come out from me and devour the cedars of Lebanon.’”