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被囚在監之埃及王的酒政和膳長二人同夜各做一夢,各夢都有講解。 5 each of the two men--the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt, who were being held in prison--had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own.
他便問法老的二臣,就是與他同囚在他主人府裏的,說:「他們今日為甚麼面帶愁容呢?」 7 So he asked Pharaoh's officials who were in custody with him in his master's house, 「Why are your faces so sad today?」
他們對他說:「我們各人做了一夢,沒有人能解。」約瑟說:「解夢不是出於神嗎?請你們將夢告訴我。」 8 「We both had dreams,」 they answered, 「but there is no one to interpret them.」 Then Joseph said to them, 「Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams.」
三天之內,法老必提你出監,叫你官復原職,你仍要遞杯在法老的手中,和先前作他的酒政一樣。 13 Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh's cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer.
但你得好處的時候,求你記念我,施恩與我,在法老面前提說我,救我出這監牢。 14 But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison.
我實在是從希伯來人之地被柺來的;我在這裏也沒有做過甚麼,叫他們把我下在監裏。」 15 For I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon.」
膳長見夢解得好,就對約瑟說:「我在夢中見我頭上頂著三筐白餅; 16 When the chief baker saw that Joseph had given a favorable interpretation, he said to Joseph, 「I too had a dream: On my head were three baskets of bread. 40:16 Or ((three wicker baskets))
極上的筐子裏有為法老烤的各樣食物,有飛鳥來吃我頭上筐子裏的食物。」 17 In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them out of the basket on my head.」
三天之內,法老必斬斷你的頭,把你掛在木頭上,必有飛鳥來吃你身上的肉。」 19 Within three days Pharaoh will lift off your head and hang you on a tree. 40:19 Or ((and impale you on a pole)) And the birds will eat away your flesh.」
到了第三天,是法老的生日,他為眾臣僕設擺筵席,把酒政和膳長提出監來, 20 Now the third day was Pharaoh's birthday, and he gave a feast for all his officials. He lifted up the heads of the chief cupbearer and the chief baker in the presence of his officials:
April 22 "He knoweth the way that I take." (Job. 23:10.) BELIEVER! What a glorious assurance! This way of thine─this, it may be, a crooked, mysterious, tangled way─ this way of trial and tears. "He knoweth it." The furnace seven times heated─He lighted it. There is an Almighty Guide knowing and directing our foot-steps, whether it be to the bitter Marah pool, or to the joy and refreshment of Elim. That way, dark to the Egyptians, has its pillar of cloud and fire for His own Israel. The furnace is hot; but not only can we trust the hand that kindles it, but we have the assurance that the fires are lighted not to consume, but to refine; and that when the refining process is completed (no sooner─no later) He brings His people forth as gold. When they think Him least near, He is often nearest. "When my spirit was overwhelmed, then thou knewest my path." Do we know of One brighter than the brightest radiance of the visible sun, visiting our chamber with the first waking beam of the morning; an eye of infinite tenderness and compassion following us throughout the day, knowing the way that we take? The world, in its cold vocabulary in the hour of adversity, speaks of "Providence"─ "the will of Providence."─the strokes of providence" what is that? Why dethrone a living, directing God from the sovereignty of His own earth? Why substitute an inanimate, death-like abstraction, in place of an acting, controlling, personal Jehovah? How it would take the sting from many a goading trial, to see what Job saw (in his hour of aggravated woe, when every earthly hope lay prostrate at his feet)─no hand but the Divine. He saw that hand behind the gleaming swords of the Sabeans─he saw it behind the lightning flash─he saw it giving wings to the careening tempest─he saw it in the awful silence of his rifled home. "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the lord!" Thus seeing God in everything, his faith reached its climax when this once powerful prince of the desert, seated on his bed of ashes, could say, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust him." ─Macduff.