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我的靈在我裏面發昏的時候,你知道我的道路。在我行的路上,敵人為我暗設網羅。 3 When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
求你側耳聽我的呼求,因我落到極卑之地;求你救我脫離逼迫我的人,因為他們比我強盛。 6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
求你領我出離被囚之地,我好稱讚你的名。義人必環繞我,因為你是用厚恩待我。 7 Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.
May 4 "He maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth and his hands make whole." (Job 5:18.) The ministry of a great sorrow. AS we pass beneath the hills which have been shaken by the earthquake and torn by convulsion, we find that periods of perfect repose succeed those of destruction. The pools of calm water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water lilies gleam, and the reeds whisper among the shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves, and its church tower, white through the storm twilight, proclaims a renewed appeal to His protection "in whose hand are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is his also." ─Ruskin. God ploughed one day with an earthquake, And drove His furrows deep! The huddling plains upstarted, The hills were all aleap! But that is the mountains' secret, Age-hidden in their breast; "God's peace is everlasting, Are the dream-words of their rest. He made them the haunts of beauty, The home elect of His grace; He spreadeth His mornings upon them, His sunsets light their face. His winds bring messages to them─ Wild storm-news from the main; They sing it down the valleys In the love-song of the rain. They are nurseries for young rivers, Nests for His flying cloud, Homesteads for new-born races, Masterful, free, and proud. The people of tired cities Come up to their shrines and pray; God freshens again within them, As He passes by all day. And lo, I have caught their secret! The beauty deeper than all! This faith that life's hard moments, When the jarring sorrows befall, Are but God ploughing His mountains; And those mountains yet shall be The source of His grace and freshness, And His peace everlasting to me. -William C. Gannett.