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抽出槍來,擋住那追趕我的;求你對我的靈魂說:我是拯救你的。 3 Brandish spear and javelin 35:3 Or ((and block the way)) against those who pursue me. Say to my soul, 「I am your salvation.」
我的骨頭都要說:耶和華啊,誰能像你救護困苦人脫離那比他強壯的,救護困苦窮乏人脫離那搶奪他的? 10 My whole being will exclaim, 「Who is like you, O LORD? You rescue the poor from those too strong for them, the poor and needy from those who rob them.」
至於我,當他們有病的時候,我便穿麻衣,禁食,刻苦己心;我所求的都歸到自己的懷中。 13 Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
我這樣行,好像他是我的朋友,我的弟兄;我屈身悲哀,如同人為母親哀痛。 14 I went about mourning as though for my friend or brother. I bowed my head in grief as though weeping for my mother.
我在患難中,他們卻歡喜,大家聚集。我所不認識的那些下流人聚集攻擊我;他們不住地把我撕裂。 15 But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee; attackers gathered against me when I was unaware. They slandered me without ceasing.
他們如同席上好嬉笑的狂妄人向我咬牙。 16 Like the ungodly they maliciously mocked; 35:16 Septuagint; Hebrew may mean ((ungodly circle of mockers.)) they gnashed their teeth at me.
主啊,你看著不理要到幾時呢?求你救我的靈魂脫離他們的殘害!救我的生命〔生命:原文是獨一者〕脫離少壯獅子! 17 O Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my life from their ravages, my precious life from these lions.
求你不容那無理與我為仇的向我誇耀!不容那無故恨我的向我擠眼! 19 Let not those gloat over me who are my enemies without cause; let not those who hate me without reason maliciously wink the eye.
願那喜歡我遭難的一同抱愧蒙羞!願那向我妄自尊大的披慚愧,蒙羞辱! 26 May all who gloat over my distress be put to shame and confusion; may all who exalt themselves over me be clothed with shame and disgrace.
願那喜悅我冤屈得伸的〔冤屈得伸:原文是公義〕歡呼快樂;願他們常說:當尊耶和華為大!耶和華喜悅他的僕人平安。 27 May those who delight in my vindication shout for joy and gladness; may they always say, 「The LORD be exalted, who delights in the well-being of his servant.」
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."