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必開花繁盛,樂上加樂,而且歡呼。黎巴嫩的榮耀,並迦密與沙崙的華美,必賜給它。人必看見耶和華的榮耀,我們神的華美。 2 it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy. The glory of Lebanon will be given to it, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon; they will see the glory of the LORD, the splendor of our God.
對膽怯的人說:你們要剛強,不要懼怕。看哪,你們的神必來報仇,必來施行極大的報應;他必來拯救你們。 4 say to those with fearful hearts, 「Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you.」
那時,瘸子必跳躍像鹿;啞巴的舌頭必能歌唱。在曠野必有水發出;在沙漠必有河湧流。 6 Then will the lame leap like a deer, and the mute tongue shout for joy. Water will gush forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert.
發光的沙〔或譯:蜃樓〕要變為水池;乾渴之地要變為泉源。在野狗躺臥之處,必有青草、蘆葦,和蒲草。 7 The burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty ground bubbling springs. In the haunts where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.
在那裏必有一條大道,稱為聖路。污穢人不得經過,必專為贖民行走;行路的人雖愚昧,也不致失迷。 8 And a highway will be there; it will be called the Way of Holiness. The unclean will not journey on it; it will be for those who walk in that Way; wicked fools will not go about on it. 35:8 Or ((/ the simple will not stray from it))
在那裏必沒有獅子,猛獸也不登這路;在那裏都遇不見,只有贖民在那裏行走。 9 No lion will be there, nor will any ferocious beast get up on it; they will not be found there. But only the redeemed will walk there,
並且耶和華救贖的民必歸回,歌唱來到錫安;永樂必歸到他們的頭上;他們必得著歡喜快樂,憂愁歎息盡都逃避。 10 and the ransomed of the LORD will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.
June 15 "For God hath made me fruitful in the land of my affliction." (Gen. 41:52.) THE summer showers are falling. The poet stands by the window watching them. They are beating and buffeting the earth with their fierce downpour. But the poet sees in his imaginings more than the showers which are falling before his eyes. He sees myriads of lovely flowers which shall be soon breaking forth from the watered earth, filling it with matchless beauty and fragrance. And so he sings: "It isn't raining rain for me, it's raining daffodils; In every dimpling drop I see wild flowers upon the hills. A cloud of gray engulfs the day, and overwhelms the town; It isn't raining rain for me: it's raining roses down." Perchance some one of God's chastened children is even now saying, "O God, it is raining hard for me tonight. "Testings are raining upon me which seem beyond my power to endure. Disappointments are raining fast, to the utter defeat of all my chosen plans. Bereavements are raining into my life which are making my shrinking heart quiver in its intensity of suffering. The rain of affliction is surely beating down upon my soul these days." Withal, friend, you are mistaken. It isn't raining rain for you. It's raining blessing. for, if you will but believe your Father's Word, under that beating rain are springing up spiritual flowers of such fragrance and beauty as never before grew in that stormless, unchastened life of yours. You indeed see the rain. But do you see also the flowers? You are pained by the testings. But God sees the sweet flower of faith which is upspringing in your life under those very trials. You shrink from the suffering. But God sees the tender compassion for other sufferers which is finding birth in your soul. Your heart winces under the sore bereavement. But God sees the deepening and enriching which that sorrow has brought to you. It isn't raining afflictions for you. It is raining tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed Spirit, which are bringing into your life such a spiritual enrichment as all the fullness of worldly prosperity and ease was never able to beget in your innermost soul. ─J. M. McC. SONGS ACROSS THE STORM "A harp stood in the moveless air, Where showers of sunshine washed a thousand fragrant blooms; A traveler bowed with loads of care, Essayed from morning till the dusk of evening gloom. To thrum sweet sounds from the songless strings; The pilgrim strives in vain with each unanswering chord, Until the tempest's thunder sings, And, moving on the storm, the fingers of the Lord A wondrous melody awakes; And though the battling winds their soldier deeds perform, Their trumpet-sound brave music makes, While God's assuring voice sings love across the storm."