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他從禍坑裏,從淤泥中,把我拉上來,使我的腳立在磐石上,使我腳步穩當。 2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
他使我口唱新歌,就是讚美我們神的話。許多人必看見而懼怕,並要倚靠耶和華。 3 He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD.
那倚靠耶和華、不理會狂傲和偏向虛假之輩的,這人便為有福! 4 Blessed is the man who makes the LORD his trust, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods. 40:4 Or ((to falsehood))
耶和華─我的神啊,你所行的奇事,並你向我們所懷的意念甚多,不能向你陳明;若要陳明,其事不可勝數。 5 Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders you have done. The things you planned for us no one can recount to you; were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare.
祭物和禮物,你不喜悅;你已經開通我的耳朵。燔祭和贖罪祭非你所要。 6 Sacrifice and offering you did not desire, but my ears you have pierced,; 40:6 Hebrew; Septuagint ((but a body you have prepared for me)) (see also Symmachus and Theodotion) 40:6 Or ((opened)) burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not require.
那時我說:看哪,我來了!我的事在經卷上已經記載了。 7 Then I said, 「Here I am, I have come-- it is written about me in the scroll. 40:7 Or ((come with the scroll written for me))
我未曾把你的公義藏在心裏;我已陳明你的信實和你的救恩;我在大會中未曾隱瞞你的慈愛和誠實。 10 I do not hide your righteousness in my heart; I speak of your faithfulness and salvation. I do not conceal your love and your truth from the great assembly.
因有無數的禍患圍困我,我的罪孽追上了我,使我不能昂首;這罪孽比我的頭髮還多,我就心寒膽戰。 12 For troubles without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me.
願那些尋找我、要滅我命的,一同抱愧蒙羞!願那些喜悅我受害的,退後受辱! 14 May all who seek to take my life be put to shame and confusion; may all who desire my ruin be turned back in disgrace.
願一切尋求你的,因你高興歡喜!願那些喜愛你救恩的,常說:當尊耶和華為大! 16 But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who love your salvation always say, 「The LORD be exalted!」
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."