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nosi pojas od kostreti.
he's wearing a cilice.

po ulicama njenim u kostreti će se ići.
in their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth.

"...i sunce posta kao vreća od kostreti i mesec posta kao krv."
"... and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood."

sine moj, kad budeš osetio peckanje svog mesa, obuci košulju od kostreti i izgovori oče naš.
my son, when you feel the prickings of the flesh... put on a hairshirt and say an "our father."

potom dvadeset èetvrtog dana tog meseca skupiše se sinovi izrailjevi posteæi i u kostreti i posuvši se zemljom.
now in the twenty and fourth day of this month the children of israel were assembled with fasting, and with sackclothes, and earth upon them.

jer da su u tiru i sidonu bila čudesa, ...koja su bila u vama, davno bi se u kostreti i u pepelu pokajali.
if tyre and sidon had witnessed such miracles as i have done in you, they would have repented in sackcloth and ashes long ago.

i u taj æe se dan stideti proroci, svaki svoje utvare, kad bi prorokovao, i neæe se ogrtati plaštem od kostreti da bi lagali.
and it shall come to pass in that day, that the prophets shall be ashamed every one of his vision, when he hath prophesied; neither shall they wear a rough garment to deceive:

a kad ahav èu te reèi, razdre haljine svoje, i priveza kostret oko tela svog, i pošæaše, i spavaše u kostreti, i hodjaše polagano.
and it came to pass, when ahab heard those words, that he rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his flesh, and fasted, and lay in sackcloth, and went softly.

i videh kad otvori šesti peèat, i gle, zatrese se zemlja vrlo, i sunce posta crno kao vreæa od kostreti, i mesec posta kao krv;
and i beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;

opašite se i plaèite sveštenici; ridajte koji služite oltaru, dodjite, noæujte u kostreti, sluge boga mog; jer se unosi u dom boga vašeg dar i naliv.
gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my god: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your god.