And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.

Wherefore the kingª saidª° unto me, Why¹ [is] thy countenanceª sad,ª seeing thou¹ [art] not¹ sick?ª° this¹ [is] nothing¹ [else] but¹¹ sorrowª of heart.ª Then I was veryª soreª° afraid,ª°

Wherefore the kingª saidª° vnto me, Why¹ is thy countenanceª sadde,ª seeing thou¹ art not¹ sicke?ª° this¹ [is] nothing¹ [else] but¹¹ sorrowª of heart.ª Then I was veryª soreª° afraid,ª°

And the king said to me, Why is thy countenance sad, and dost thou not control thyself? and now this is nothing but sorrow of heart. Then I was very much alarmed,

Wherefore the kingª saidª° unto me, Why¹ [is] thy countenanceª sad,ª seeing thou¹ [art] not¹ sick?ª° this¹ [is] nothing¹ [else] but¹¹ sorrowª of heart.ª Then I was veryª soreª° afraid,ª°

waYomer liy haMelekh' maDûª Päneykhä räiym w'aTäh ëyn'khä chôleh ëyn zeh Kiy-im roª lëv wäiyrä har'Bëh m'od