Hai cercato la traduzione di ken jy die webwerf vir hierdie ... da Afrikaans a Inglese

ken jy die?
do you know him?

ken jy die see
do you know the sea

ken jy die rëels?
do you know your stuff about this?

ken jy die seun wat huil?
do you know that boy who's crying?

- ja. ken jy die luitenant?
you know the lieutenant?

ken jy die besonderhede van die storie
you know the the story

ken jy die see, meneer, ken jy die see? hy lyk nou soos
do you know the sea

dink daaraan, vergeet nie hoe jy die here jou god in die woestyn vertoorn het nie; van die dag af dat jy uit egipteland uitgetrek het, totdat julle by hierdie plek gekom het, was julle wederstrewig teen die here.
remember, and forget not, how thou provokedst the lord thy god to wrath in the wilderness: from the day that thou didst depart out of the land of egypt, until ye came unto this place, ye have been rebellious against the lord.

jy was deel van ń studiegroep wat saam vir hierdie eksamen studeer het. toe julle vir die laaste keer saam studeer het, het jy ń informele toespraak gelewer waarin jy die groep bedank en vir die eksamen gemotiveer het.
you were part of a study group that studied together for this exam. when you studied together for the last time, you gave an informal speech in which you thanked the group and motivated you for the exam.

uys krige: ken jy die see (fragment) ken jy die see, meneer, ken jy die see? hy lyk nou soos jou voorstoep blinkgeskuur en kalm soos min dinge hier benee, maar hy's gevaarliker as vlam of vuur. dan se jy nog, meneer, die vis is duur... wat van die storms wat nooit ophou raas? jy sit pal in jou kliphuis, kalm en guur, en hoor die wind al woester, wreder blaas. en daar's geen sprokkel hout meer vir jou vuur. dan sê jy nog, meneer, die vis is duur. was jy al van jou bootjle soos 'n veer gevee deur
uys krige: do you know the sea (fragment) do you know the sea, sir, do you know the sea? he looks like your front porch now shiny-sanded and calm as few things here, but he's more dangerous than flame or fire. then you still, sir, the fish are expensive... what about the storms that never stop rattling? you sit pal in your stone house, calm and ghastly, and hear the wind blowing ever more ferociously, cruelly. and there's no more sparkling wood for your fire. then you still say, sir, the fish are expensive. have you been swept from your bootjle like a feather by