मरकुस 3:9
और उस ने अपने चेलों से कहा, भीड़ के कारण एक छोटी नाव मेरे लिये तैयार रहे ताकि वे मुझे दबा न सकें।
0 A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
| And | καὶ | kai | kay |
| he spake | εἶπεν | eipen | EE-pane |
| τοῖς | tois | toos | |
| to his | μαθηταῖς | mathētais | ma-thay-TASE |
| disciples, | αὐτοῦ | autou | af-TOO |
| that | ἵνα | hina | EE-na |
| a small ship | πλοιάριον | ploiarion | ploo-AH-ree-one |
| wait should | προσκαρτερῇ | proskarterē | prose-kahr-tay-RAY |
| on him | αὐτῷ | autō | af-TOH |
| because | διὰ | dia | thee-AH |
| of the | τὸν | ton | tone |
| multitude, | ὄχλον | ochlon | OH-hlone |
| lest | ἵνα | hina | EE-na |
| μὴ | mē | may | |
| they should throng | θλίβωσιν | thlibōsin | THLEE-voh-seen |
| him. | αὐτόν· | auton | af-TONE |
0 A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.