Exodus 17:9
यसर्थ मोशाले यहोशूलाई भने, “केही मानिसहरूलाई छान र भोलि अमालेकीहरूसित युद्ध गर्न जाऊ। म पर्वतमाथि बसेर तिमीलाई हेर्नेछु। म त्यहाँ परमेश्वरको लहुरो पक्वी रहनेछु।”
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 Moses | וַיֹּ֨אמֶר | wayyōʾmer | va-YOH-mer |
| said | מֹשֶׁ֤ה | mōše | moh-SHEH |
| unto | אֶל | ʾel | el |
| Joshua, | יְהוֹשֻׁ֙עַ֙ | yĕhôšuʿa | yeh-hoh-SHOO-AH |
| Choose us out | בְּחַר | bĕḥar | beh-HAHR |
| men, | לָ֣נוּ | lānû | LA-noo |
| and go out, | אֲנָשִׁ֔ים | ʾănāšîm | uh-na-SHEEM |
| fight | וְצֵ֖א | wĕṣēʾ | veh-TSAY |
| with Amalek: | הִלָּחֵ֣ם | hillāḥēm | hee-la-HAME |
| to morrow | בַּֽעֲמָלֵ֑ק | baʿămālēq | ba-uh-ma-LAKE |
| I | מָחָ֗ר | māḥār | ma-HAHR |
| will stand | אָֽנֹכִ֤י | ʾānōkî | ah-noh-HEE |
| on | נִצָּב֙ | niṣṣāb | nee-TSAHV |
| the top | עַל | ʿal | al |
| of the hill | רֹ֣אשׁ | rōš | rohsh |
| rod the with | הַגִּבְעָ֔ה | haggibʿâ | ha-ɡeev-AH |
| of God | וּמַטֵּ֥ה | ûmaṭṭē | oo-ma-TAY |
| in mine hand. | הָֽאֱלֹהִ֖ים | hāʾĕlōhîm | ha-ay-loh-HEEM |
| בְּיָדִֽי׃ | bĕyādî | beh-ya-DEE |
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?