Matthew 14:6
ହରେୋଦଙ୍କ ଜନ୍ମ ଦିନ ଅବସର ରେ େ ହରୋଦିଆଙ୍କ ଝିଅ, ହରେୋଦ ଓ ତାହାଙ୍କ ଅତିଥିମାନଙ୍କ ଆଗ ରେ ନାଚିଲା। ଏଥି ରେ େ ହରୋଦ ବହୁତ ମୁଗ୍ଧ ହାଇଗେଲେ।
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?
| But | γενεσίων | genesiōn | gay-nay-SEE-one |
| when | δὲ | de | thay |
| Herod's | ἀγομένων | agomenōn | ah-goh-MAY-none |
| birthday | τοῦ | tou | too |
| kept, was | Ἡρῴδου | hērōdou | ay-ROH-thoo |
| the | ὠρχήσατο | ōrchēsato | ore-HAY-sa-toh |
| daughter | ἡ | hē | ay |
| θυγάτηρ | thygatēr | thyoo-GA-tare | |
| Herodias of | τῆς | tēs | tase |
| danced | Ἡρῳδιάδος | hērōdiados | ay-roh-thee-AH-those |
| before | ἐν | en | ane |
| τῷ | tō | toh | |
| them, | μέσῳ | mesō | MAY-soh |
| and | καὶ | kai | kay |
| pleased | ἤρεσεν | ēresen | A-ray-sane |
| τῷ | tō | toh | |
| Herod. | Ἡρῴδῃ | hērōdē | ay-ROH-thay |
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?