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攔阻人不陷於坑裏,不死在刀下。 18 to preserve his soul from the pit, 33:18 Or ((preserve him from the grave)) his life from perishing by the sword. 33:18 Or ((from crossing the River))
他的靈魂臨近深坑;他的生命近於滅命的。 22 His soul draws near to the pit, 33:22 Or ((He draws near to the grave)) and his life to the messengers of death. 33:22 Or ((to the dead))
他禱告神,神就喜悅他,使他歡呼朝見神的面;神又看他為義。 26 He prays to God and finds favor with him, he sees God's face and shouts for joy; he is restored by God to his righteous state.
神救贖我的靈魂免入深坑;我的生命也必見光。 28 He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, 33:28 Or ((redeemed me from going down to the grave)) and I will live to enjoy the light.
August 6 "Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spice thereof may flow out!"(Song of Solomon 4:16.) Look at the meaning of this prayer a moment. Its root is found in the fact that, as delicious odors may lie latent in a spice tree, so graces may lie unexercised and undeveloped in a Christian's heart. There is many a plant of profession: but from the ground there breathes forth no fragrance of holy affections or of godly deeds. The same winds blow on the thistle bush and on the spice tree, but it is only one of them which given out rich odors. Sometimes God sends severe blasts of trial upon His children to develop their graces. Just as torches burn most brightly when swung to and fro; just as the juniper plant smells sweetest when flung into the flames; so the richest qualities of a Christian often come out under the north wind of suffering and adversity. Bruised hearts often emit the fragrance that God loveth to smell. "I had a tiny box, a precious box Of human love-my spikenard of great price; I kept it close within my heart of hearts, And scarce would lift the lid lest it should waste Its perfume on the air. One day a strange Deep sorrow came with crushing weight, and fell Upon my costly treasure, sweet and rare, And broke the box to atoms. All my heart Rose in dismay and sorrow at this waste, But as I mourned, behold a miracle Of grace Divine. My human love was changed To Heaven's own, and poured in healing streams On other broken hearts, while soft and clear A voice a above me whispered, "Child of Mine, With comfort wherewith thou art comforted, From this time forth, go comfort others, And thou shalt know blest fellowship with Me, Whose broken heart of love hath healed the world."