Ісая 63:3
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„Сам один Я чави́ло топта́в, і не було із наро́дів зо Мною ніко́го! І Я топта́в їх у гніві Своїм, і чави́в їх у лю́ті Своїй, — і бри́зкав їх сік на одежу Мою, і Я попля́мив всі ша́ти Свої.
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The person replies: "I have trodden the wine-trough alone, and of the nations no one was with me: and I trode them in my wrath, and trampled them down in my fury; and their life-sap spirted upon my clothes, and all my raiment was stained. For a day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redemption was come. And I looked round, and there was no helper; and I wondered there was no supporter: then mine own arm helped me; and my fury, it became my support. And I trode down nations in my wrath, and made them drunk in my fury, and made their life-blood run down to the earth." He had indeed trodden the wine-press (pūrâh = gath, or, if distinct from this, the pressing-trough as distinguished from the pressing-house or pressing-place; according to Frst, something hollowed out; but according to the traditional interpretation from pūr = pârar, to crush, press, both different from yeqebh: see at Isa 5:2), and he alone; so that the juice of the grapes had saturated and coloured his clothes, and his only. When he adds, that of the nations no one was with him, it follows that the press which he trode was so great, that he might have needed the assistance of whole nations. And when he continues thus: And I trod them in my wrath, etc., the enigma is at once explained. It was to the nations themselves that the knife was applied. They were cut off like grapes and put into the wine-press (Joe 3:13); and this heroic figure, of which there was no longer any doubt that it was Jehovah Himself, had trodden them down in the impulse and strength of His wrath. The red upon the clothes was the life-blood of the nations, which had spirted upon them, and with which, as He trode this wine-press, He had soiled all His garments. Nētsach, according to the more recently accepted derivation…
Відкрити джерело ↗In this chapter we have, I. God coming towards his people in ways of mercy and deliverance, and this is to be joined to the close of the foregoing chapter, where it was said to Zion, "Behold, thy salvation comes;" for here it is shown how it comes (Isa 63:1-6). II. God's people meeting him with their devotions, and addressing themselves to him with suitable affections; and this part of the chapter is carried on to the close of the next. In this we have, 1. A thankful acknowledgment of the great favours God had bestowed upon them (Isa 63:7). 2. The magnifying of these favours, from the consideration of God's relation to them (Isa 63:8), his compassionate concern for them (Isa 63:9), their unworthiness (Isa 63:10), and the occasion which it gave both him and them to call to mind former mercies (Isa 63:11-14). 3. A very humble and earnest prayer to God to appear for them in their present distress, pleading God's mercy (Isa 63:15), their relation to him (Isa 63:16), their desire towards him (Isa 63:17), and the insolence of their enemies (Isa 63:18, Isa 63:19). So that, upon the whole, we learn to embrace God's promises with an active faith, and then to improve them, and make use of them, both in prayers and praises.
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І безбожних топтати ви будете, бо стануть за по́піл вони під п'ята́ми ніг ваших у той день, що його Я вчиню́, промовляє Госпо́дь Савао́т.
І побачить оце все моя супроти́вниця, і сором покриє її, бо казала мені: „Де Він, Господь, Бог твій?“ Пригляда́тимуться мої очі до неї, — її то́пчуть тепер, як болото на вулицях.
Усіх моїх сильних Господь поскида́в серед мене, мов на свято зібра́ння, Він скликав на мене, щоб моїх юнакі́в поторо́щити, як у чави́лі, стоптав Господь ді́вчину, Юдину до́ньку.
І будуть, немов те лица́рство, що то́пче воно на війні, як болото на вулицях, і бу́дуть вони воювати, бо з ними Господь, і кінно́тних їздці́в засоро́млять.
І топтав Я наро́ди у гніві Своїм, і лама́в їх у лю́ті Своїй, і вилив на землю їхню кров“!
бо це день збенте́ження, і стопта́ння, і за́колоту, день Господа, Бога Саваота, у долині Виді́ння, день розва́лення муру та зо́йку на го́рах!
Бо Господня рука на горі цій спочи́не, Моав же на місці своєму пото́птаний буде, як солома вито́птується у гної́вці,
А він сказав: „Скиньте її!“ І викинули її, — і бри́знула кров її на стіну́ та на коні. І він топтав її...