pol_ubgMicheasza 7:1
Biada mi! Jestem bowiem jak ostatki po letnich zbiorach, jak pokłosie grona po winobraniu. Nie ma żadnego grona do zjedzenia, moja dusza pragnęła pierwocin z owocu.
eng_kjvMicah 7:1
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.