7 Biblické verše o Víne
| Figovník síce nerodí a niet ovocia na viničoch, sklamala úroda olív a pole nedodalo pokrm; stratili sa ovce z košiara a v maštaliach nieto dobytka. Ja však budem plesať v Pánovi, jasať budem v Bohu svojej spásy. | Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. |
| Nuž, hore sa! S radosťou požívaj chlieb a popíjaj víno pri dobrej nálade, lebo Boh mal už dávno radosť z tvojich diel. | Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works. |
| Ja som vinič, vy ste ratolesti. Kto ostáva vo mne a ja v ňom, prináša veľa ovocia; lebo bezo mňa nemôžete nič urobiť. | I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. |
| Podobne po večeri vzal kalich a hovoril: „Tento kalich je nová zmluva v mojej krvi, ktorá sa vylieva za vás.“ | Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you. |
| Chutný chlieb som nezjedol, mäso a víno mi nevošlo do úst a vôbec som sa nepomazal, kým neprešli celé tri týždne. | I ate no pleasant bread, neither came flesh nor wine in my mouth, neither did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled. |
| Keď Ježiš okúsil ocot, povedal: „Je dokonané.“ Naklonil hlavu a odovzdal ducha. | When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. |
| Vinič vyschol, figovníky uvädli, granátniky i palmy a jablone, všetky stromy poľa vyschli, áno, zmizla radosť u ľudí. | The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men. |
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