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Matthew 28:2 in Oriya

Matthew 28:2 in Tamil Oriya Bible Matthew Matthew 28

Matthew 28:2
ସତେିକି ବେଳେ ଗୋଟିଏ ବଡ଼ ଧରଣର ଭୂମିକମ୍ପ ହେଲା। ପ୍ରଭୁଙ୍କର ଜଣେ ସ୍ବର୍ଗଦୂତ ସ୍ବର୍ଗରୁ ଓହ୍ଲାଇ ଆସିଲେ। ସ୍ବର୍ଗଦୂତ ଜଣକ କବର ପାଖକୁ ଗଲେ ଓ ପ୍ରବେଶଦ୍ବାର ପାଖରୁ ପଥରଟି ଗଡ଼ଇେ ବାହାର କରି ଦେଲେ। ସେ ପଥର ଉପରେ ବସିଲେ।

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,
καὶkaikay
behold,
ἰδού,idouee-THOO
there
was
σεισμὸςseismossee-SMOSE
a
great
ἐγένετοegenetoay-GAY-nay-toh
earthquake:
μέγας·megasMAY-gahs
for
ἄγγελοςangelosANG-gay-lose
the
angel
γὰρgargahr
of
the
Lord
κυρίουkyrioukyoo-REE-oo
descended
καταβὰςkatabaska-ta-VAHS
from
ἐξexayks
heaven,
οὐρανοῦouranouoo-ra-NOO
and
came
προσελθὼνproselthōnprose-ale-THONE
and
rolled
back
ἀπεκύλισενapekylisenah-pay-KYOO-lee-sane
the
τὸνtontone
stone
λίθονlithonLEE-thone
from
ἀπὸapoah-POH
the
τῆςtēstase
door,
θύρας,thyrasTHYOO-rahs
and
καὶkaikay
sat
ἐκάθητοekathētoay-KA-thay-toh
upon
ἐπάνωepanōape-AH-noh
it.
αὐτοῦautouaf-TOO

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?

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