She treats her young harshly, as if they were not her own, with no fear that her labor may have been in vain.

它忍心待雏，似乎不是自己的；虽然徒受劳苦，也不为雏惧怕；

它粗暴待雏，似乎不是自己生的；虽徒然劳苦，也不惧怕。

它粗暴待雏，似乎不是自己生的；虽徒然劳苦，也不惧怕。

它苛待雏鸟，好像它们并非己出，就算徒劳一场，它也不怕。

它苛待幼雏，看它们好像不是自己生的，就算它的劳苦白费了，也漠不关心，

牠忍心待雛，似乎不是自己的；雖然徒受勞苦，也不為雛懼怕；

牠粗暴待雛，似乎不是自己生的；雖徒然勞苦，也不懼怕。

牠粗暴待雛，似乎不是自己生的；雖徒然勞苦，也不懼怕。

牠苛待雛鳥，好像牠們並非己出，就算徒勞一場，牠也不怕。

牠苛待幼雛，看牠們好像不是自己生的，就算牠的勞苦白費了，也漠不關心，

牠忍心待雛，似乎看作非自己的；雖白白勞苦也不怕；

忍心待雛、若非己有、雖則徒勞、亦無懼也、

生之雖不易、遺之亦弗惜、若非己有、

向雛忍心、如非己出、生之徒勞、毫無憂懼、

She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain,

Ostriches are mean to their little ones. They treat them as if they did not belong to them. They do not care that their work was useless.

She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers; though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear,

She is harsh toward her young, as if they were not her own. She doesn’t care if they die.

She treats her young cruelly, as if they were not hers; Though her labor is for nothing, she is unconcerned,

She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, without concern,

She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;

She treats her young harshly, as if they were not her own, with no fear that her labor may have been in vain.

She is hardened against her young ones, as though[ they were] not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;

She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.

She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my dear people have become cruel like ostriches in the wilderness.

Is it not from the LORD of Armies that the peoples labor only to fuel the fire and countries exhaust themselves for nothing?

LORD, look and consider to whom you have done this. Should women eat their own children, the infants they have nurtured? Should priests and prophets be killed in the Lord’s sanctuary?

The struggles of fools weary them, for they don’t know how to go to the city.

The woman whose son was alive spoke to the king because she felt great compassion for her son.“ My lord, give her the living baby,” she said,“ but please don’t have him killed!” But the other one said,“ He will not be mine or yours. Cut him in two!”The king responded,“ Give the living baby to the first woman, and don’t kill him. She is his mother.”

Then the king asked her,“ What’s the matter?” She said,“ This woman said to me,‘ Give up your son, and we will eat him today. Then we will eat my son tomorrow.’So we boiled my son and ate him, and I said to her the next day,‘ Give up your son, and we will eat him,’ but she has hidden her son.”

senseless, untrustworthy, unloving, and unmerciful.

The most sensitive and refined woman among you, who would not venture to set the sole of her foot on the ground because of her refinement and sensitivity, will begrudge the husband she embraces, her son, and her daughter,the afterbirth that comes out from between her legs and the children she bears, because she will secretly eat them for lack of anything else during the siege and hardship your enemy imposes on you within your city gates.