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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:
July 31 "He guided them by the skillfulness of his hands."(Psa. 78:72.) WHEN you are doubtful as to your course, submit your judgment absolutely to the Spirit of God, and ask Him to shut against you every door but the right one...Meanwhile keep on as you are, and consider the absence of indication to be the indication of God's will that you are on His track...As you go down the long corridor, you will find that He has preceded you, and locked many doors which you would fain have entered; but be sure that beyond these there is one which He has left unlocked. Open it and enter, and you will find yourself face to face with a bend of the river of opportunity, broader and deeper than anything you had dared to imagine in your sunniest dreams. Launch forth upon it; it conducts to the open sea. God guides us, often by circumstances. At one moment the way may seem utterly blocked; and then shortly afterward some trivial incident occurs, which might not seem much to others, but which to the keen eye of faith speaks volumes. Sometimes these things are repeated in various ways, in answer to prayer. They are not haphazard results of chance, but the opening up of circumstances in the direction in which we would walk. And they begin to multiply as we advance toward our goal, just as the lights do as we near a populous town, when darting through the land by night express. ─F. B. Meyer. If you go to Him to be guided, He will guide you; but He will not comfort your distrust or half-trust of Him by showing you the chart of all His purposed concerning you. He will show you only into a way where, if you go cheerfully and trustfully forward, He will show you on still farther. ─Horace Bushnell. As moves my fragile bark across the storm-swept sea. Great waves beat o'er her side, as north wind blows; Deep in the darkness hid lie threat'ning rocks and shoals; But all of these, and more, my Pilot knows. Sometimes when dark the night, and every light gone out, I wonder to what port my frail ship goes; Still though the night be long, and restless all my hours, My distant good, I'm sure, my Pilot knows. ─Thomas Curtis Clark.