John 7:12
ਉੱਥੇ ਬੜੀ ਭੀੜ ਇੱਕਤਰ ਸੀ, ਕੁਝ ਲੋਕ ਆਪਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਗੁਪਤ ਤੌਰ ਤੇ ਯਿਸੂ ਦੇ ਬਾਰੇ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਰ ਰਹੇ ਸਨ ਅਤੇ ਕੁਝ ਆਖ ਰਹੇ ਸਨ, “ਉਹ ਇੱਕ ਚੰਗਾ ਮਨੁੱਖ ਹੈ।” ਕੁਝ ਨੇ ਕਿਹਾ, “ਨਹੀਂ, ਉਹ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਗੁਮਰਾਹ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ।”
1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
| And | καὶ | kai | kay |
| there was | γογγυσμὸς | gongysmos | gohng-gyoo-SMOSE |
| much | πολὺς | polys | poh-LYOOS |
| murmuring | περὶ | peri | pay-REE |
| among | αὐτοῦ | autou | af-TOO |
| the | ἦν | ēn | ane |
| people | ἐν | en | ane |
| concerning | τοῖς | tois | toos |
| him: | ὄχλοις· | ochlois | OH-hloos |
| for some | οἱ | hoi | oo |
| μὲν | men | mane | |
| said, | ἔλεγον | elegon | A-lay-gone |
| is He | ὅτι | hoti | OH-tee |
| Ἀγαθός | agathos | ah-ga-THOSE | |
| a good man: | ἐστιν | estin | ay-steen |
| ἄλλοι | alloi | AL-loo | |
| others | δὲ | de | thay |
| said, | ἔλεγον | elegon | A-lay-gone |
| Nay; | Οὔ | ou | oo |
| but | ἀλλὰ | alla | al-LA |
| he deceiveth | πλανᾷ | plana | pla-NA |
| the | τὸν | ton | tone |
| people. | ὄχλον | ochlon | OH-hlone |
1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.