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那時有布西人蘭族巴拉迦的兒子以利戶向約伯發怒;因約伯自以為義,不以神為義。 2 But Elihu son of Barakel the Buzite, of the family of Ram, became very angry with Job for justifying himself rather than God.
他又向約伯的三個朋友發怒;因為他們想不出回答的話來,仍以約伯為有罪。 3 He was also angry with the three friends, because they had found no way to refute Job, and yet had condemned him. 32:3 Masoretic Text; an ancient Hebrew scribal tradition ((Job, and so had condemned God))
布西人巴拉迦的兒子以利戶回答說:我年輕,你們老邁;因此我退讓,不敢向你們陳說我的意見。 6 So Elihu son of Barakel the Buzite said: 「I am young in years, and you are old; that is why I was fearful, not daring to tell you what I know.
November 12 "These were the potters, and those that dwelt among plants and hedges: there they dwelt with the king for his work." (1 Chron. 4:23) ANYWHERE and everywhere we may dwell "with the king for his work." We may be in a very unlikely and unfavorable place for this; it may be in a literal country life, with little enough to be seen of the "goings" of the King around us; it may be among the hedges of all sorts, hindrances in all directions; it may be furthermore, with our hands full of all manner of pottery for our daily task. No matter! The King who placed us "there" will come and dwell there with us; the hedges are right, or He would soon do away with them. And it does not follow that what weems to hinder our way may not be for its very protection; and as for the pottery, why, that is just exactly what He has seen fit to put into our hands, and therefore it is, for the present, "His work." -Frances Ridley Havergal. "Go back to thy garden-plot, sweetheart! Go back till the evening falls, And bind thy lilies and train thy vines, Till for thee the Master calls. "Go make thy garden fair as thou canst, Thou workest never alone; Perhaps he whose plot is next to thine Will see it and mend his own." The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life. -Faber. The most saintly spirits are often existing in those who have never distinguished themselves as authors, or left any memorial of themselves to be the theme of the world's talk; but who have led an interior angelic life, having borne their sweet blossoms unseen like the young lily in a sequestered vale on the bank of a limpid stream. -Kenelm Digby.