Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
And the king said unto her, What aileth thee? And she answered, This woman said unto me, Give thy son, that we may eat him to day, and we will eat my son to morrow.
What aileth thee
What aileth thee
And God heard the voice of the boy, and a messenger of God called unto Hagar out of the heavens; and said to her, What aileth thee, Hagar? Do not fear, for God hath hearkened unto the voice of the boy where he is.
And they called unto the sons of Dan, who turned their faces, - and said unto Micah, What aileth thee, that thou hast called out thy neighbours?
1 Samuel 1:8
So Elkanah her husband said to her - Hannah! wherefore shouldst thou weep? and wherefore wilt thou not eat? and wherefore should thy heart be sad? Am, I, not better to thee, than ten sons?
2 Samuel 14:5
And the king said to her - What aileth thee? And she said - Of a truth, a widow woman, am I, for my husband is dead.
What aileth thee, O sea, that thou fleest? O Jordan, that thou turnest back?
The oracle on the valley of vision, - What aileth thee, then, That thou art wholly gone up to the house-tops?
Give thy son
And ye shall eat the flesh of your sons, - Yea, even the flesh of your daughters, shall ye eat.
And thou wilt eat the fruit of thy body, the flesh of thy sons and of thy daughters, whom Yahweh thy God hath given unto thee - in the siege and in the straitness wherewith thine enemy will straiten thee.
And he hath slain on the right, and yet is hungry, And hath eaten on the left, yet are they not satisfied, - Every one, the flesh of his own arm, will they eat:
Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:
The hands of compassionate women, have cooked their own children, - they have served as nourishment to them, in the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.
Therefore, fathers will eat sons in thy midst, And sons will eat fathers, - And I will execute upon thee judgments, And will scatter the whole remnant of thee, to every wind.
And, he that is in the field, let him not turn back, to take away his mantle.
For lo! days are coming, in which they will say - Happy the barren! even the wombs that never bare, and the breasts that never gave suck.