Você procurou por: don't put word in my mouth please (Inglês - Africâner)

don't put word in my mouth please
ek sien dat jy wil net afrikaans praat vandag hoekom my liefling

the food is in my mouth
ek het my kos geëet

and he answered and said, must i not take heed to speak that which the lord hath put in my mouth?
en hy antwoord daarop dít: moet ek dan nie sorgvuldig alles spreek wat die here in my mond lê nie?

behold, now i have opened my mouth, my tongue hath spoken in my mouth.
kyk, ek het my mond oopgemaak; my tong spreek in my verhemelte.

i will bless the lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth.
'n psalm van dawid, toe hy hom kranksinnig gehou het voor abiméleg en dié hom weggejaag het, sodat hy heengegaan het.

and he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our god: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the lord.
en hy het my uit die kuil van vernietiging, uit die modderige slyk opgetrek en my voete op 'n rots gestel; hy het my gange vasgemaak.

for there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, o lord, thou knowest it altogether.
want daar is nog geen woord op my tong nie- of u, here, u ken dit geheel en al.

i ate no pleasant bread, neither came flesh nor wine in my mouth, neither did i anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled.
smaaklike spys het ek nie geëet en vleis en wyn het nie in my mond gekom nie; en ek het my glad nie gesalf nie, totdat drie volle weke om was.

and balaam said unto balak, lo, i am come unto thee: have i now any power at all to say any thing? the word that god putteth in my mouth, that shall i speak.
en bíleam het balak geantwoord: hier het ek na jou gekom. is ek nou wel in staat om iets te spreek? die woord wat god in my mond lê, dit sal ek spreek.

and i took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as i had eaten it, my belly was bitter.
toe neem ek die boekie uit die hand van die engel en eet dit op, en in my mond was dit soet soos heuning; maar toe ek dit geëet het, het my maag bitter geword.

and he said unto me, son of man, cause thy belly to eat, and fill thy bowels with this roll that i give thee. then did i eat it; and it was in my mouth as honey for sweetness.
en vir my gesê: mensekind, laat jou buik eet, en vul jou ingewande met hierdie rol wat ek jou gee. en ek het dit geëet, en dit was in my mond soos heuning so soet.

but the prophet, which shall presume to speak a word in my name, which i have not commanded him to speak, or that shall speak in the name of other gods, even that prophet shall die.
maar die profeet wat so vermetel is om 'n woord in my naam te spreek wat ek hom nie beveel het om te spreek nie, of wat in die naam van ander gode spreek, dié profeet moet sterwe.

then judah came near unto him, and said, oh my lord, let thy servant, i pray thee, speak a word in my lord's ears, and let not thine anger burn against thy servant: for thou art even as pharaoh.
toe kom juda nader na hom en sê: ag, my heer, mag u dienaar tog 'n woord spreek voor die ore van my heer, en laat u toorn nie teen u dienaar ontvlam nie, want u staan gelyk met farao.

would you still tell the truth even if it would hurt someone you love? i was afraid to tell in fear of how it would affect other people in my life. the truth became this ominous storm cloud threatening to downpour on me at any moment. but i couldn’t keep silent. what was i supposed to say? i mentally debated keeping my mouth shut and going along with it as opposed to suffering the aftermath of this burden that had been weighing me down.
sal jy steeds die waarheid vertel, selfs al sou dit iemand vir wie jy lief is, seermaak? ek was bang om in vrees te vertel hoe dit ander mense in my lewe sou beïnvloed. die waarheid het hierdie onheilspellende stormwolk geword wat dreig om enige oomblik op my te stort. maar ek kon nie stilbly nie. wat moes ek sê? ek het geestelik gedebatteer om my mond toe te hou en daarmee saam te gaan, in teenstelling met die nadraai van hierdie las wat my afgeweeg het.