Matthew 8:6
कि हे प्रभु, मेरा सेवक घर में झोले का मारा बहुत दुखी पड़ा है।
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 |
| saying, | λέγων, | legōn | LAY-gone |
| Lord, | Κύριε | kyrie | KYOO-ree-ay |
| my | ὁ | ho | oh |
| παῖς | pais | pase | |
| servant | μου | mou | moo |
| lieth | βέβληται | beblētai | VAY-vlay-tay |
| at | ἐν | en | ane |
| τῇ | tē | tay | |
| home | οἰκίᾳ | oikia | oo-KEE-ah |
| sick of the palsy, | παραλυτικός, | paralytikos | pa-ra-lyoo-tee-KOSE |
| grievously | δεινῶς | deinōs | thee-NOSE |
| tormented. | βασανιζόμενος | basanizomenos | va-sa-nee-ZOH-may-nose |
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.