Usted buscó: grief (Inglés - Afrikaans)

antonym for grief
hartseer

essay about grief
opstel oor hartseer

antonyms of grief easier
antonieme van hartseer makliker

my grief will then know no limits!
my smart raak onkeerbaar!

there aren't enough words to capture grief
so how do we decide the word orphan says it all

which were a grief of mind unto isaac and to rebekah.
en hulle was vir isak en rebekka 'n bitter verdriet.

overwhelmed by grief, i must drink mine quite unsweetened!
o, hoe roer dit my!

a foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her that bare him.
'n dwase seun is 'n verdriet vir sy vader en bitter smart vir haar wat hom gebaar het.

for in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
want by baie wysheid is baie verdriet, en wie kennis vermeerder, vermeerder smart.

mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
ek is moeg van my gesug; elke nag laat ek my bed swem; ek deurweek my bed met my trane.

but though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
maar as hy bedroef het, ontferm hy hom na die grootheid van sy goedertierenhede;

for they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.
laat hulle laer woes word, laat in hulle tente geen bewoner wees nie.

though i speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though i forbear, what am i eased?
as ek sou spreek, my smart word nie versag nie; en as ek ophou--watter verligting bring dit my?

count not thine handmaid for a daughter of belial: for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief have i spoken hitherto.
hou tog nie u dienares vir 'n deugniet nie, want vanweë my baie sorge en verdriet het ek tot nou toe gespreek.

woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but i said, truly this is a grief, and i must bear it.
wee my vanweë my verbreking! smartlik is my wond! ja, ék het gesê: waarlik, dit is 'n lyding, en ek sal dit moet dra.

have mercy upon me, o lord, for i am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
en my nie oorgelewer het in die hand van die vyand nie; u het my voete op vrye grond laat staan.

thou didst say, woe is me now! for the lord hath added grief to my sorrow; i fainted in my sighing, and i find no rest.
jy sê: wee my tog, want die here het kommer aan my smart toegevoeg; ek is moeg van my gesug en vind geen rus nie!

as a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness: violence and spoil is heard in her; before me continually is grief and wounds.
soos 'n put sy water fris hou, so hou sy haar boosheid fris; geweld en verdrukking word in haar gehoor, siektes en wonde is gedurig voor my aangesig.

and the lord god prepared a gourd, and made it to come up over jonah, that it might be a shadow over his head, to deliver him from his grief. so jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd.
toe beskik die here god 'n wonderboom en laat dit oor jona opskiet om te dien as skaduwee oor sy hoof, om hom van sy ontstemdheid te bevry; en jona was baie bly oor die wonderboom.

then what prayer or what supplication soever shall be made of any man, or of all thy people israel, when every one shall know his own sore and his own grief, and shall spread forth his hands in this house:
enige gebed, enige smeking wat enige mens of u hele volk israel sal doen, as elkeen sy plaag en sy smart ken, sodat hy sy hande na hierdie huis toe uitbrei--