मरकुस 8:2
मुझे इस भीड़ पर तरस आता है, क्योंकि यह तीन दिन से बराबर मेरे साथ हैं, और उन के पास कुछ भी खाने को नहीं।
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.
| I have compassion | Σπλαγχνίζομαι | splanchnizomai | splahng-HNEE-zoh-may |
| on | ἐπὶ | epi | ay-PEE |
| the | τὸν | ton | tone |
| multitude, | ὄχλον | ochlon | OH-hlone |
| because | ὅτι | hoti | OH-tee |
| they have now with | ἤδη | ēdē | A-thay |
| been | ἡμέρας | hēmeras | ay-MAY-rahs |
| me | τρεῖς | treis | trees |
| three | προσμένουσίν | prosmenousin | prose-MAY-noo-SEEN |
| days, | μοι | moi | moo |
| and | καὶ | kai | kay |
| have | οὐκ | ouk | ook |
| nothing | ἔχουσιν | echousin | A-hoo-seen |
| τί | ti | tee | |
| to eat: | φάγωσιν· | phagōsin | FA-goh-seen |
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.