Jeremiah 4:30 in Oriya
30 ଆଉ, ତୁମ୍ଭେ ଯେତେବେଳେ ଉଚ୍ଛିନ୍ନ ହେବ, ସେତେବେଳେ ତୁମ୍ଭେ କଅଣ କରିବ ? ଯଦ୍ୟପି ତୁମ୍ଭେ ରକ୍ତବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ବସ୍ତ୍ର ପରିଧାନ କରୁଅଛ, ଯଦ୍ୟପି ତୁମ୍ଭେ ସୁବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ଅଳଙ୍କାରରେ ଆପଣାକୁ ଭୂଷିତା କରୁଅଛ, ଯଦ୍ୟପି ତୁମ୍ଭେ ଅଞ୍ଜନ ଦ୍ୱାରା ଆପଣା ଚକ୍ଷୁ ପ୍ରସାରୁଅଛ, ତଥାପି ତୁମ୍ଭେ ବ୍ୟର୍ଥରେ ଆପଣାକୁ ସୁନ୍ଦର କରୁଅଛ; ତୁମ୍ଭର ଜାରପୁରୁଷମାନେ ତୁମ୍ଭକୁ ଘୃଣା କରନ୍ତି, ସେମାନେ ତୁମ୍ଭ ପ୍ରାଣନାଶ କରିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରନ୍ତି।
Other Translations
King James Version (KJV)
And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.
American Standard Version (ASV)
And thou, when thou art made desolate, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with scarlet, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou enlargest thine eyes with paint, in vain dost thou make thyself fair; `thy' lovers despise thee, they seek thy life.
Bible in Basic English (BBE)
And you, when you are made waste, what will you do? Though you are clothed in red, though you make yourself beautiful with ornaments of gold, though you make your eyes wide with paint, it is for nothing that you make yourself fair; your lovers have no more desire for you, they have designs on your life.
Darby English Bible (DBY)
-- And thou, wasted one, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rendest thine eyes with paint, in vain dost thou make thyself fair: [thy] lovers despise thee, they seek thy life.
World English Bible (WEB)
You, when you are made desolate, what will you do? Though you clothe yourself with scarlet, though you deck you with ornaments of gold, though you enlarge your eyes with paint, in vain do you make yourself beautiful; [your] lovers despise you, they seek your life.
Young's Literal Translation (YLT)
And thou, O spoiled one, what dost thou? For thou puttest on scarlet, For thou adornest thyself `with' ornaments of gold. For thou rendest with pain thine eyes, In vain thou dost make thyself fair, Kicked against thee have doting ones, Thy life they do seek.