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我又看見在天上有異象,大而且奇,就是七位天使掌管末了的七災,因為神的大怒在這七災中發盡了。 1 I saw in heaven another great and marvelous sign: seven angels with the seven last plagues--last, because with them God's wrath is completed.
我看見彷彿有玻璃海,其中有火攙雜。又看見那些勝了獸和獸的像並牠名字數目的人,都站在玻璃海上,拿著神的琴, 2 And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name. They held harps given them by God
唱神僕人摩西的歌,和羔羊的歌,說:主神─全能者啊,你的作為大哉!奇哉!萬世〔或譯:國〕之王啊,你的道途義哉!誠哉! 3 and sang the song of Moses the servant of God and the song of the Lamb:「Great and marvelous are your deeds, Lord God Almighty. Just and true are your ways, King of the ages.
主啊,誰敢不敬畏你,不將榮耀歸與你的名呢?因為獨有你是聖的。萬民都要來在你面前敬拜,因你公義的作為已經顯出來了。 4 Who will not fear you, O Lord, and bring glory to your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before you, for your righteous acts have been revealed.」
那掌管七災的七位天使從殿中出來,穿著潔白光明的細麻衣〔細麻衣;有古卷是寶石〕,胸間束著金帶。 6 Out of the temple came the seven angels with the seven plagues. They were dressed in clean, shining linen and wore golden sashes around their chests.
四活物中有一個把盛滿了活到永永遠遠之神大怒的七個金碗給了那七位天使。 7 Then one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden bowls filled with the wrath of God, who lives for ever and ever.
因神的榮耀和能力,殿中充滿了煙。於是沒有人能以進殿,直等到那七位天使所降的七災完畢了。 8 And the temple was filled with smoke from the glory of God and from his power, and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were completed.
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."