検索ワード: my mother decorated the house with balloons (英語 - アフリカーンス語)

i was helping my mother to clean the house
ek het my ma gehelp om die huis skoon te maa

he falls into the house with the door
hy val met die deur in die huis

and he garnished the house with precious stones for beauty: and the gold was gold of parvaim.
verder het hy die huis met kosbare stene as versiering oorgetrek, en die goud was goud van parwáim.

me and my mother we woke up washed our bodies cleans the house washes the dishes and mop in the house and after we went to the market and my mother bought such nice food then we went to home
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so he built the house, and finished it; and covered the house with beams and boards of cedar.
en toe hy die huis klaar gebou het, het hy die huis oordek, by wyse van vakke en rye, met sederhout.

and then he built chambers against all the house, five cubits high: and they rested on the house with timber of cedar.
en hy het die aanbousel teen die hele huis gebou; vyf el was elke verdieping hoog; en hy het dit aan die huis bevestig met sederbalke.

and they smote the men that were at the door of the house with blindness, both small and great: so that they wearied themselves to find the door.
toe slaan hulle die manne wat by die ingang van die huis was, klein en groot, met blindheid, sodat hulle tevergeefs na die ingang gesoek het.

and i will smite the winter house with the summer house; and the houses of ivory shall perish, and the great houses shall have an end, saith the lord.
dan sal ek die winterhuis saam met die somerhuis tref, en die huise van ivoor sal te gronde gaan, en baie huise sal verdwyn, spreek die here.

and he shall cleanse the house with the blood of the bird, and with the running water, and with the living bird, and with the cedar wood, and with the hyssop, and with the scarlet:
so moet hy dan die huis ontsondig met die bloed van die voël sowel as met die vars water en die lewendige voël en die sederhout en die hisop en die skarlakendraad.

and he built the walls of the house within with boards of cedar, both the floor of the house, and the walls of the cieling: and he covered them on the inside with wood, and covered the floor of the house with planks of fir.
het hy die mure van die huis van binne bedek met sederplanke; van die vloer van die huis af tot by die balke van die plafon het hy dit van binne met hout belê, en die vloer van die huis het hy met sipresplanke belê.

and the lord said unto me, son of man, mark well, and behold with thine eyes, and hear with thine ears all that i say unto thee concerning all the ordinances of the house of the lord, and all the laws thereof; and mark well the entering in of the house, with every going forth of the sanctuary.
en die here het vir my gesê: mensekind, gee ag daarop en kyk met jou oë en hoor met jou ore alles wat ek jou sal sê aangaande al die verordeninge van die huis van die here en al die wette daarvan; en gee ag op die ingang in die huis deur al die uitgange van die heiligdom.

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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