Results for aint this your husband number p... translation from English to Afrikaans

is that your husband ?
is dit jou man?

it's not your husband.
dis nie jou man nie.

of course. go to your husband.
natuurlik, gaan na jou man.

is this your beer?
is hierdie jou bier?

if your husband spits on them, it will help.
as jou man daarop spoeg, sal dit help.

i fear, madam, that you'll have to come here with your husband.
ek is bevrees, mevrou dat u met u man hiernatoe sal moet kom.

i'm scared my husband will come nobody's scared of your husband.
wie's bang vir jou man, hy's dan in die tronk!

is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
is dít julle uitgelate stad wat in die dae van die voortyd sy oorsprong het, wie se voete hom ver weggedra het om in vreemde lande te vertoef?

and this your heave offering shall be reckoned unto you, as though it were the corn of the threshingfloor, and as the fulness of the winepress.
en julle offergawe sal vir julle gereken word soos koring van die dorsvloer af en soos die volle opbrings uit die parskuip.

and they asked them, saying, is this your son, who ye say was born blind? how then doth he now see?
en hulle vra hul en sê: is dit julle seun van wie julle sê dat hy blind gebore is? hoe sien hy dan nou?

and when ye see this, your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like an herb: and the hand of the lord shall be known toward his servants, and his indignation toward his enemies.
en julle sal dit sien, en julle hart sal vrolik wees, en julle gebeente sal groei soos die jong gras; dan sal die hand van die here bekend word aan sy knegte, en hy sal op sy vyande grimmig wees.

once upon a time a young wife named yun ok was at her wit's end. her husband had always been a tender and loving soulmate before he had left for the wars, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. she was almost afraid to live with her own husband. only in glancing moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love. when one ailment or another bothered people in her village, they would often rush for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. not yun ok. she always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. but this time was different. she was desperate. as yun ok approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. the old man said without turning around, "i hear you. what's your problem?" she explained the situation. his back still to her, he said, "ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. what do you expect me to do about it?" "make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "or an amulet, a drink, whatever it takes to get my husband back the way he used to be." the old man turned around. "young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection." "i know," said she. "it will take three days before i can even look into it. come back then." three days later, yun ok returned to the hermit's hut. "yun ok," he greeted her with a smile, "i have good news. there is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but you should know that it requires an unusual ingredient. you must bring me a whisker from a live tiger." "what?" she gasped. "such a thing is impossible!" "i cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. he turned his back. "there is nothing more to say. as you can see, i'm very busy." that night yun ok tossed and turned. how could she get a whisker from a live tiger? the next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. she went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. she clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. then, trying to make as little noise as she could, she backed away. the next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. she approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. she saw that the bowl was empty, replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and again left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs or rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast. so it went, day after day, for several months. she never saw the tiger (thank goodness for that! she thought) though she knew from footprints on the ground that the tiger - and not a smaller mountain creature - had been eating her food. then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.once upon a time a young wife named yun ok was at her wit's end. her husband had always been a tender and loving soulmate before he had left for the wars, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. she was almost afraid to live with her own husband. only in glancing moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love. when one ailment or another bothered people in her village, they would often rush for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. not yun ok. she always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. but this time was different. she was desperate. as yun ok approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. the old man said without turning around, "i hear you. what's your problem?" she explained the situation. his back still to her, he said, "ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. what do you expect me to do about it?" "make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "or an amulet, a drink, whatever it takes to get my husband back the way he used to be." the old man turned around. "young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection." "i know," said she. "it will take three days before i can even look into it. come back then." three days later, yun ok returned to the hermit's hut. "yun ok," he greeted her with a smile, "i have good news. there is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but you should know that it requires an unusual ingredient. you must bring me a whisker from a live tiger." "what?" she gasped. "such a thing is impossible!" "i cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. he turned his back. "there is nothing more to say. as you can see, i'm very busy." that night yun ok tossed and turned. how could she get a whisker from a live tiger? the next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. she went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. she clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. then, trying to make as little noise as she could, she backed away. the next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. she approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. she saw that the bowl was empty, replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and again left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs or rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast. so it went, day after day, for several months. she never saw the tiger (thank goodness for that! she thought) though she knew from footprints on the ground that the tiger - and not a smaller mountain creature - had been eating her food. then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.
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