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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:
August 5 "IS." (2 Cor. 12:9.) IT had pleased God to remove my youngest child under circumstances of peculiar trial and pain; and as I had just laid my little one's body in the churchyard, on return home, I felt it my duty to preach to my people on the meaning of trial. Finding that this text was in the lesson for the following Sabbath, I chose it as my Master's message to them and myself; but on trying to prepare the notes, I found that in honesty I could not say that the words were true; and therefore I knelt down and asked God to let His grace be sufficient for me. While I was thus pleading, I opened my eyes and saw a framed illuminated text, which my mother had given me only a few days before, and which I had told my servant to place upon the wall during my absence at the holiday resort where my little one was taken away from us. I did not notice the words on returning to my house; but as I looked up and wiped my eyes, the words met my gaze, "My grace is sufficient for thee." The "is" was picked out in bright green while the "My" and the "thee" were painted in another color. In one moment the message came straight to my soul, as a rebuke for offering such a prayer as, "Lord, let Thy grace be sufficient for me;" for the answer was almost as an audible voice, "How dare you ask that which is?" God cannot make it any more sufficient than He has made it; get up and believe it, and you will find it true, because the Lord says it in the simplest way: "My grace is (not shall be or may be) sufficient for thee." "My" "is" and "thee" were from that moment, I hope, indelibly fixed upon my heart; and I (thank God) have been trying to live in the reality of the message from that day forward to the present time. The lesson that came to me, and which I seek to convey to others, is, Never turn God's facts into hopes, or prayers, but simply use them as realities, and you will find them powerful as you believe them. ─Prebendary H. W. Webb Peploe. He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labors increase; To added affiction He addeth His mercies, To multiplied trials His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources Our Father's full giving is only begun. His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His power no boundary known unto men; For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again. ─Annie Johnson Flint.