Examples of using "Ferida" in a sentence and their english translations:
The wound was bleeding heavily.
The wound bled.
Don't touch the wound.
The wound became infected.
The giraffe was injured.
It will aggravate the wound.
Let me see your wound.
Is the wound very deep?
Putting the wound in warm water
- Her feelings are easily wounded.
- Her feelings are easily hurt.
The wound doesn't hurt, but it stings.
Are you wounded?
- I'm wounded.
- I'm hurt.
- The wound has not healed yet.
- The wound is not yet healed.
- The wound has not yet healed.
Mary was stabbed with a knife.
- Blood flowed from his wound.
- Blood trickled from his wound.
His wound was bleeding.
The wounded woman was a Brazilian tourist.
His wounded leg began to bleed again.
The wound on my leg is healing.
The doctor said you shouldn't scratch your wounds.
I was aching from the injury.
You will not be harmed.
The girl was badly injured in the traffic accident.
Wash the wound with soap and water.
It's normal for the wound to itch. That means it's healing.
This is the first time I've ever applied this ointment on my wound.
- The conscience is a wound that never heals and no one dies of.
- Conscience is a wound that never heals and from which no one dies.
Hydrogen peroxide bubbles when put on a wound.
And Thormod then composes a poem about his own wound, and dies without quite finishing
You should clean that cut straight away. You don't want to get an infection!
Every time he moved, his whole arm ached because of a wound.
The tragedy left a scar on my mind.
The wound stopped hurting after he put a band-aid on it.
But if her death ensue thereupon, he shall render life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.
Uprose the image of my father dear, / as there I see the monarch, bathed in blood, / like him in prowess and in age his peer. / Uprose Creusa, desolate and drear, / Iulus' peril, and a plundered home.
- Scarcely out of sight of the land of Sicily, they joyfully set sail on the deep, rushing into the salt spray with their bronze-capped prows, when Juno, cherishing her eternal wound in her breast, said to herself: "Am I vanquished, to give up on my plan, and unable to turn away the king of the Teucrians from Italy? Surely I am forbidden by the Fates."
- Scarce out of sight of Sicily, they set / their sails to sea, and merrily ploughed the main, / with brazen beaks, when Juno, harbouring yet / within her breast the ever-ranking pain, / mused thus: "Must I then from the work refrain, / nor keep this Trojan from the Latin throne, / baffled, forsooth, because the Fates constrain?"