那酒醡踹在城外,就有血從酒醡裏流出來,高到馬的嚼環,遠有六百里。 They were trampled in the winepress outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses' bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia. (\f20 14:20 That is, about 180 miles (about 300 kilometers))
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.'"