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〔大衛的詩。〕耶和華是我的亮光,是我的拯救,我還怕誰呢?耶和華是我性命的保障〔或譯:力量〕,我還懼誰呢? 1 The LORD is my light and my salvation-- whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life-- of whom shall I be afraid?
那作惡的就是我的仇敵,前來吃我肉的時候就絆跌仆倒。 2 When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh, 27:2 Or ((to slander me)) when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.
雖有軍兵安營攻擊我,我的心也不害怕;雖然興起刀兵攻擊我,我必仍舊安穩。 3 Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident.
有一件事,我曾求耶和華,我仍要尋求:就是一生一世住在耶和華的殿中,瞻仰他的榮美,在他的殿裏求問。 4 One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple.
因為我遭遇患難,他必暗暗地保守我;在他亭子裏,把我藏在他帳幕的隱密處,將我高舉在磐石上。 5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
現在我得以昂首,高過四面的仇敵。我要在他的帳幕裏歡然獻祭;我要唱詩歌頌耶和華。 6 Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD.
你說:你們當尋求我的面。那時我心向你說:耶和華啊,你的面我正要尋求。 8 My heart says of you, 「Seek his 27:8 Or ((To you, O my heart, he has said, 「Seek my)) face!」 Your face, LORD, I will seek.
不要向我掩面。不要發怒趕逐僕人,你向來是幫助我的。救我的神啊,不要丟掉我,也不要離棄我。 9 Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in anger; you have been my helper. Do not reject me or forsake me, O God my Savior.
April 17 "The hand of the Lord hath wrought this."(Job 12:9.) SEVERAL years ago there was found in an African mine the most magnificent diamond in the world's history. It was presented to the King of England to blaze in his crown of state. The King sent it to Amsterdam to be cut. It was put into the hands of an expert lapidary. And what do you suppose he did with it? He took the gem of priceless value, and cut a notch in it. Then he struck it a hard blow with his instrument, and lo! the superb jewel lay in his hand cleft in twain. What recklessness! What wastefulness! what criminal carelessness! Not so. For days and weeks that blow had been studied and planned. Drawings and models had been made of the gem. Its quality, its defects, its lines of cleavage had all been studied with minutest care. The man to whom it was committed was one of the most skillful lapidaries in the world. Do you say that blow was a mistake? Nay. It was the climax of the lapidary's skill. When he struck that blow, he did the one thing which would bring that gem to its most perfect shapeliness, radiance, and jewelled splendor. that blow which seemed to ruin the superb precious stone was, in fact, its perfect redemption. For, from those two halves were wrought the two magnificent gems which the skilled eye of the lapidary saw hidden in the rough, uncut stone as it came from the mine. So, sometimes, God lets a stinging blow fall upon your life. The blood spurts. The nerves wince. The soul cries out in agony. The blow seems to you an apalling mistake. But it is not, for you are the most priceless jewel in the world to God. And He is the most skilled lapidary in the universe. Some day you are to blaze in the diadem of the King. As you lie in His hand now He knows just how to deal with you. Not a blow will be permitted to fall upon your shrinking soul but that the love of God permits it, and works out from its depths, blessing and spiritual enrichment unseen, and unthought of by you. ─J. H. McC. In one of George MacDonald's books occurs this fragment of conversation: "I wonder why God made me," said Mrs. Faber bitterly. "I'm sure I don't know what was the use of making me!" "Perhaps not much yet," said Dorothy, "but then He hasn't done with you yet. He is making you now, and you are quarreling with the process." If men would but believe that they are in process of creation, and consent to be made─let the Maker handle them as the potter the clay, yielding themselves in resplendent motion and submissive, hopeful action with the turning of His wheel─they would ere long find themselves able to welcome every pressure of that hand on them, even when it was felt in pain; and sometimes not only to believe but to recognize the Divine end in view, the bringing of a son unto glory. "Not a single shaft can hit, Till the God of love sees fit."