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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 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."