And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me;

In the light of the king’s countenance is life; and his favour is as a cloud of the latter rain.

And thou saidst, I will surely do thee good, and make thy seed as the sand of the sea, which cannot be numbered for multitude.

Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.

yatraasate sukRto yatra te yayus tatra tvaa devaH savitaa dadhaatu

Then cometh he to Simon Peter: and Peter saith unto him, Lord, dost thou wash my feet?

avaa no maghavan vaajasaataav agne vishvaani duritaa tarema taa tarema tavaavasaa tarema

וֽ͏ַיְהִ֗י כַּאֲשֶׁ֤ר קָרַב֙ אֶל־ הַֽמַּחֲנֶ֔ה וַיַּ֥רְא אֶת־ הָעֵ֖גֶל וּמְחֹלֹ֑ת וַיִּֽחַר־ אַ֣ף מֹשֶׁ֗ה וַיַּשְׁלֵ֤ךְ מידו מִיָּדָיו֙ אֶת־ הַלֻּחֹ֔ת וַיְּשַׁבֵּ֥ר אֹתָ֖ם תַּ֥ח...