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撒萊對亞伯蘭說:「耶和華使我不能生育。求你和我的使女同房,或者我可以因她得孩子〔得孩子:原文是被建立〕。」亞伯蘭聽從了撒萊的話。 2 so she said to Abram, 「The LORD has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my maidservant; perhaps I can build a family through her.」 Abram agreed to what Sarai said.
於是亞伯蘭的妻子撒萊將使女埃及人夏甲給了丈夫為妾;那時亞伯蘭在迦南已經住了十年。 3 So after Abram had been living in Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian maidservant Hagar and gave her to her husband to be his wife.
撒萊對亞伯蘭說:「我因你受屈。我將我的使女放在你懷中,她見自己有了孕,就小看我。願耶和華在你我中間判斷。」 5 Then Sarai said to Abram, 「You are responsible for the wrong I am suffering. I put my servant in your arms, and now that she knows she is pregnant, she despises me. May the LORD judge between you and me.」
亞伯蘭對撒萊說:「使女在你手下,你可以隨意待她。」撒萊苦待她,她就從撒萊面前逃走了。 6 「Your servant is in your hands,」 Abram said. 「Do with her whatever you think best.」 Then Sarai mistreated Hagar; so she fled from her.
對她說:「撒萊的使女夏甲,你從哪裏來?要往哪裏去?」夏甲說:「我從我的主母撒萊面前逃出來。」 8 And he said, 「Hagar, servant of Sarai, where have you come from, and where are you going?」 「I'm running away from my mistress Sarai,」 she answered.
並說:「你如今懷孕要生一個兒子,可以給他起名叫以實瑪利〔就是神聽見的意思〕,因為耶和華聽見了你的苦情。 11 The angel of the LORD also said to her: 「You are now with child and you will have a son. You shall name him Ishmael, 16:11 ((Ishmael)) means ((God hears.)) for the LORD has heard of your misery.
他為人必像野驢。他的手要攻打人,人的手也要攻打他;他必住在眾弟兄的東邊。」 12 He will be a wild donkey of a man; his hand will be against everyone and everyone's hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward 16:12 Or ((live to the east / of)) all his brothers.」
夏甲就稱那對她說話的耶和華為「看顧人的神」。因而說:「在這裏我也看見那看顧我的嗎?」 13 She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: 「You are the God who sees me,」 for she said, 「I have now seen 16:13 Or ((seen the back of)) the One who sees me.」
所以這井名叫庇耳‧拉海‧萊。這井正在加低斯和巴列中間。 14 That is why the well was called Beer Lahai Roi; 16:14 ((Beer Lahai Roi)) means ((well of the Living One who sees me.)) it is still there, between Kadesh and Bered.
August 27 "And he took him aside from the multitude."(Mark 7:33.) PAUL not only stood the tests in Christian activity, but in the solitude of captivity. You may stand the strain of the most intense labor, coupled with severe suffering, and yet break down utterly when laid aside from all religious activities; when forced into close confinement in some prison house. That noble bird, soaring the highest above the clouds and enduring the longest flights, sinks into despair when in a cage where it is forced to beat its helpless wings against its prison bars. You have seen the great eagle languish in its narrow cell with bowed head and drooping wings. What a picture of the sorrow of inactivity. Paul in prison. That was another side of life. Do you want to see how he takes it? I see him looking out over the top of his prison wall and over the heads of his enemies. I see him write a document and sign his name─not the prisoner of Festus. nor of Caesar; not the victim of the Sanhedring; but the─"prisoner to the Lord." He saw only the hand of God in it all. To him the prison becomes a palace. Its corridors ring with shouts of triumphant praise and joy. Restrained from the missionary work he loved so well, he now built a new pulpit─a new witness stand─and from that place of bondage come some of the sweetest and most helpful ministries of Christian liberty. What precious messages of light come from those dark shadows of captivity. Think of the long train of imprisoned saints who have followed in Paul's wake. For twelve long years Bunyan's lips were silenced in Bedford jail. It was there that he did the greatest and best work of his life. There he wrote the book that has been read next to the Bible. He says, "I was at home in prison and I sat me down and wrote, and wrote, for joy did make me write." The wonderful dream of that long night has lighted the pathway of millions of weary pilgrims. That sweet-spirited French lady, Madam Guyon, lay long between prison walls. Like some caged birds that sing the sweeter for their confinement, the music of her soul has gone out far beyond the dungeon walls and scattered the desolation of many drooping herats. Oh, the heavenly consolation that has poured forth from places of solitude! ─S. C. Rees.