他必將你滾成一團,拋在寬闊之地,好像拋球一樣。你這主人家的羞辱,必在那裏坐你榮耀的車,也必在那裏死亡。 He will roll you up tightly like a ball and throw you into a large country. There you will die and there your splendid chariots will remain-- you disgrace to your master's house!
December 28 "Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice." (Phil. 4:4) "Sing a little song of trust, O my heart! Sing it just because you must, As leaves start; As flowers push their way through dust; Sing, my heart, because you must "Wait not for an eager throng- Bird on bird; 'Tis the solitary song That is heard. Every voice at dawn will start, Be a nightingale, my heart! "Sing across the winter snow, Pierce the cloud; Sing when mists are drooping low- Clear and loud; But sing sweetest in the dark; He who slumbers not will hark." "An' when He hears yo' sing, He bends down wid a smile on His kin' face an 'listens mighty keerful. an' He says 'Sing on, child, I hears, an' I's comin' down to deliber yo': I'll tote dat load fer yo'; jest lean hawd on Me and de road will get smoother bime by.'"