逐节对照
- 新标点和合本 - 恶人一生之日劬劳痛苦; 强暴人一生的年数也是如此。
- 和合本2010(上帝版-简体) - 恶人一生的日子绞痛难熬, 残暴人存留的年数也是如此。
- 和合本2010(神版-简体) - 恶人一生的日子绞痛难熬, 残暴人存留的年数也是如此。
- 当代译本 - 恶人一生受折磨, 残暴之徒终身受苦。
- 圣经新译本 - 恶人一生饱受痛苦, 一生的年数都为强暴留存。
- 现代标点和合本 - 恶人一生之日劬劳痛苦, 强暴人一生的年数也是如此。
- 和合本(拼音版) - 恶人一生之日劬劳痛苦, 强暴人一生的年数也是如此。
- New International Version - All his days the wicked man suffers torment, the ruthless man through all the years stored up for him.
- New International Reader's Version - Sinful people always suffer pain. Mean people suffer all their lives.
- English Standard Version - The wicked man writhes in pain all his days, through all the years that are laid up for the ruthless.
- New Living Translation - “The wicked writhe in pain throughout their lives. Years of trouble are stored up for the ruthless.
- Christian Standard Bible - A wicked person writhes in pain all his days, throughout the number of years reserved for the ruthless.
- New American Standard Bible - The wicked person writhes in pain all his days, And the years reserved for the ruthless are numbered.
- New King James Version - The wicked man writhes with pain all his days, And the number of years is hidden from the oppressor.
- Amplified Bible - The wicked man writhes with pain all his days, And numbered are the years stored up for him, the ruthless one.
- American Standard Version - The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
- King James Version - The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
- New English Translation - All his days the wicked man suffers torment, throughout the number of the years that are stored up for the tyrant.
- World English Bible - the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
- 新標點和合本 - 惡人一生之日劬勞痛苦; 強暴人一生的年數也是如此。
- 和合本2010(上帝版-繁體) - 惡人一生的日子絞痛難熬, 殘暴人存留的年數也是如此。
- 和合本2010(神版-繁體) - 惡人一生的日子絞痛難熬, 殘暴人存留的年數也是如此。
- 當代譯本 - 惡人一生受折磨, 殘暴之徒終身受苦。
- 聖經新譯本 - 惡人一生飽受痛苦, 一生的年數都為強暴留存。
- 呂振中譯本 - 儘惡人 一生 的日子、他都翻騰難過, 儘 為強橫人保留的年數、 他都痛苦 。
- 現代標點和合本 - 惡人一生之日劬勞痛苦, 強暴人一生的年數也是如此。
- 文理和合譯本 - 其言曰、惡人終身勞苦、一生之日、即為強暴所積之年、
- 文理委辦譯本 - 其言曰、作惡者畢生悚懼、強暴者不知死亡之何日。
- 施約瑟淺文理新舊約聖經 - 其言曰、 作惡者悚懼 悚懼或作痛苦 終身、天主為強暴者所定之年數亦若此、
- Nueva Versión Internacional - El impío se ve atormentado toda la vida, el desalmado tiene sus años contados.
- 현대인의 성경 - “남을 괴롭히는 악인은 평생 동안 고통을 당할 것이다.
- Новый Русский Перевод - Все дни свои мучается нечестивый, отсчитаны все годы притеснителя.
- Восточный перевод - все дни свои мучается нечестивый, отсчитаны все годы притеснителя.
- Восточный перевод, версия с «Аллахом» - все дни свои мучается нечестивый, отсчитаны все годы притеснителя.
- Восточный перевод, версия для Таджикистана - все дни свои мучается нечестивый, отсчитаны все годы притеснителя.
- La Bible du Semeur 2015 - Tous les jours de sa vie, ╵le méchant connaît le tourment, tout au long des années ╵réservées au tyran.
- リビングバイブル - 罪深い者は一生の間、絶え間なく苦しむ。
- Nova Versão Internacional - O ímpio sofre tormentos a vida toda, como também o homem cruel, nos poucos anos que lhe são reservados.
- Hoffnung für alle - Sie sagten: Der Gewalttäter zittert vor Angst, er, der von Gott nichts wissen wollte, hat nicht mehr lange zu leben.
- Kinh Thánh Hiện Đại - Vì kẻ gian ác suốt đời luôn sầu khổ. Tuổi càng cao càng chồng chất đớn đau.
- พระคริสตธรรมคัมภีร์ไทย ฉบับอมตธรรมร่วมสมัย - คนชั่วร้ายทนทุกข์ทรมานตลอดชีวิต คนอำมหิตทุกข์ทนตลอดอายุขัยของเขา
- พระคัมภีร์ ฉบับแปลใหม่ - คนชั่วอยู่ในความเจ็บปวดตลอดชีวิตของเขา คนโหดร้ายก็รับทุกข์นานปีเช่นกัน
交叉引用
- Psalms 90:3 - So don’t return us to mud, saying, “Back to where you came from!” Patience! You’ve got all the time in the world—whether a thousand years or a day, it’s all the same to you. Are we no more to you than a wispy dream, no more than a blade of grass That springs up gloriously with the rising sun and is cut down without a second thought? Your anger is far and away too much for us; we’re at the end of our rope. You keep track of all our sins; every misdeed since we were children is entered in your books. All we can remember is that frown on your face. Is that all we’re ever going to get? We live for seventy years or so (with luck we might make it to eighty), And what do we have to show for it? Trouble. Toil and trouble and a marker in the graveyard. Who can make sense of such rage, such anger against the very ones who fear you?
- Romans 8:22 - All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.
- Psalms 90:12 - Oh! Teach us to live well! Teach us to live wisely and well! Come back, God—how long do we have to wait?— and treat your servants with kindness for a change. Surprise us with love at daybreak; then we’ll skip and dance all the day long. Make up for the bad times with some good times; we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime. Let your servants see what you’re best at— the ways you rule and bless your children. And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us, confirming the work that we do. Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!
- Job 27:13 - “I’ll quote your own words back to you: “‘This is how God treats the wicked, this is what evil people can expect from God Almighty: Their children—all of them—will die violent deaths; they’ll never have enough bread to put on the table. They’ll be wiped out by the plague, and none of the widows will shed a tear when they’re gone. Even if they make a lot of money and are resplendent in the latest fashions, It’s the good who will end up wearing the clothes and the decent who will divide up the money. They build elaborate houses that won’t survive a single winter. They go to bed wealthy and wake up poor. Terrors pour in on them like flash floods— a tornado snatches them away in the middle of the night, A cyclone sweeps them up—gone! Not a trace of them left, not even a footprint. Catastrophes relentlessly pursue them; they run this way and that, but there’s no place to hide— Pummeled by the weather, blown to smithereens by the storm.’”
- Luke 12:20 - “Just then God showed up and said, ‘Fool! Tonight you die. And your barnful of goods—who gets it?’
- Luke 12:21 - “That’s what happens when you fill your barn with Self and not with God.”
- James 5:1 - And a final word to you arrogant rich: Take some lessons in lament. You’ll need buckets for the tears when the crash comes upon you. Your money is corrupt and your fine clothes stink. Your greedy luxuries are a cancer in your gut, destroying your life from within. You thought you were piling up wealth. What you’ve piled up is judgment.
- James 5:4 - All the workers you’ve exploited and cheated cry out for judgment. The groans of the workers you used and abused are a roar in the ears of the Master Avenger. You’ve looted the earth and lived it up. But all you’ll have to show for it is a fatter than usual corpse. In fact, what you’ve done is condemn and murder perfectly good persons, who stand there and take it. * * *
- Job 24:1 - “But if Judgment Day isn’t hidden from the Almighty, why are we kept in the dark? There are people out there getting by with murder— stealing and lying and cheating. They rip off the poor and exploit the unfortunate, Push the helpless into the ditch, bully the weak so that they fear for their lives. The poor, like stray dogs and cats, scavenge for food in back alleys. They sort through the garbage of the rich, eke out survival on handouts. Homeless, they shiver through cold nights on the street; they’ve no place to lay their heads. Exposed to the weather, wet and frozen, they huddle in makeshift shelters. Nursing mothers have their babies snatched from them; the infants of the poor are kidnapped and sold. They go about patched and threadbare; even the hard workers go hungry. No matter how backbreaking their labor, they can never make ends meet. People are dying right and left, groaning in torment. The wretched cry out for help and God does nothing, acts like nothing’s wrong!