Acts 16:14
ದೇವರನ್ನು ಆರಾಧಿಸು ತ್ತಿದ್ದವಳೂ ಥುವತೈರ ಪಟ್ಟಣದವಳೂ ಧೂಮ್ರ ವರ್ಣದ ವಸ್ತ್ರಗಳನ್ನು ಮಾರುತ್ತಿದ್ದವಳೂ ಆದ ಲುದ್ಯ ಳೆಂಬ ಹೆಸರುಳ್ಳ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸ್ತ್ರೀಯು ನಮ್ಮ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳು. ಕರ್ತನು ಆಕೆಯ ಹೃದಯವನ್ನು ತೆರದ ದ್ದರಿಂದ ಪೌಲನು ಹೇಳಿದ ಮಾತುಗಳಿಗೆ ಆಕೆಯು ಲ
1 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2 As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!
3 When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.
8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
| And | καί | kai | kay |
| a certain | τις | tis | tees |
| woman | γυνὴ | gynē | gyoo-NAY |
| named | ὀνόματι | onomati | oh-NOH-ma-tee |
| Lydia, | Λυδία | lydia | lyoo-THEE-ah |
| purple, of seller a | πορφυρόπωλις | porphyropōlis | pore-fyoo-ROH-poh-lees |
| of the city | πόλεως | poleōs | POH-lay-ose |
| Thyatira, of | Θυατείρων | thyateirōn | thyoo-ah-TEE-rone |
| which | σεβομένη | sebomenē | say-voh-MAY-nay |
| worshipped | τὸν | ton | tone |
| θεόν | theon | thay-ONE | |
| God, | ἤκουεν | ēkouen | A-koo-ane |
| heard | ἧς | hēs | ase |
| us: whose | ὁ | ho | oh |
| heart | κύριος | kyrios | KYOO-ree-ose |
| the | διήνοιξεν | diēnoixen | thee-A-noo-ksane |
| Lord | τὴν | tēn | tane |
| opened, | καρδίαν | kardian | kahr-THEE-an |
| unto attended she that | προσέχειν | prosechein | prose-A-heen |
| the things which | τοῖς | tois | toos |
| spoken were | λαλουμένοις | laloumenois | la-loo-MAY-noos |
| of | ὑπὸ | hypo | yoo-POH |
| τοῦ | tou | too | |
| Paul. | Παύλου | paulou | PA-loo |
1 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2 As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!
3 When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.
8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?