Results for my skin is itch translation from English to Afrikaans

my skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
my vel het swart geword en val van my af, en my gebeente gloei van hitte.

he entered softly, from my skin to my heart.
sy het saggies op my vel gegroei na my hart toe.

hydrofluoric acid is its name, and dissolving skin is its game.
fluoorsuur is die naam en die oplossing van vel is die werking.

i have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
'n roukleed het ek oor my vel vasgewerk en my horing in die stof gesteek.

by reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
platgeslaan soos die plante en verdor is my hart; want ek vergeet om my brood te eet.

i don't fear lightning, but getting soaked to the skin is terribly unpleasant.
ek is nie vir blitse bang nie, maar ek sou sopnat geword het en dis nie lekker nie

my bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and i am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
my gebeente kleef aan my vel en aan my vlees, en ek het slegs met my tandvlees ontsnap.

a wonderful experience the most beautiful place to go hiking during the summer is hanging lake. the sun was so intense that i could feel its rays burning my face. i lifted my eyes and saw the path of rocks. small and large rocks all together making a dangerous and exhausting journey. situated between majestic mountains and a clear river on your right. nature accompanied me the whole time, and trees became my best friends. i was the first to climb; behind me was gethzemani i could see the concern on my sister’s face doubting about her ability to reach to the top. for ten minutes i was ahead of her, but then the trail became steeper and my legs started to walk slower. everything was quiet up there. i could hear the songbirds from far away, i didn’t know where they were but they sound was so closed that i thought they were right next to me. while walking uphill i sat on a wood bench everything was so tranquil, and the only thing i could hear was the melodious sound of the river. the feeling of the cool dry air on my skin made the sweat of my forehead to dry quickly; therefore, this pleasant sensation makes me go ahead, and reach to the top of the mountain. the smell of the trees, and wild flowers is so strong that scrapes on my nose and makes me sneeze. the lake was not very far, but after walking for 1 hour it seems like i was never going to reach to the top. i walked two miles during one hour. climbing huge rocks, crossing bridges, and hydrating my body with fresh cold water. i took several breaks, but finally saw the weathered and tired sign pointing to the right that said “hanging lake”. i saw my sister sitting on a bench waiting for me, and her face looked like a ripped tomato. i walked on a wooden floor with my head tired looking down, but when i heard the water falling from a waterfall, and smell this fishy smell from the water i raised my head and there was a glorious paradise. the lake was surrounded by a huge walls of mountains i felt so alive and this was the best feeling ever. what a great experience.
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