Joy

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• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  T Lz] n.{m.] kind, sort (3 Syr. ; ef. BH) ;— pl. estr. זָנִי זְמְרָא‎ Dn 3°71, T py vb. ery, call (= Syr.; ef. BH) ;—Pe. Pf. 3 ms.’t Dn 6” (3 of voice). Eg.‏ ;זער/. Syr., be small; BH WY‏ =( זער זערא Palm.‏ ,זעירא Cooke", Nab.‏ זער Aram.‏ SAC*).‏ 120% adj. little, small ;—fs. ATV WP‏ [דַעִיר]+ Dn 7°.‏ vb. raise, lift up (= Syr.; ef. BH‏ [זק ףזז pH‏ יִתַמְחָא (late ; rare));—Pe. Pt. pass. ‘aby‏ Ezr 6" and, lifted up, he be fastened upon it‏ (sc. the timber erected ; ref. prob. to impale- ment, v. Ryle Berthol). thas n.pr.m. (BH id.);—Ezr 5°. זרעז‎ n.[m.] seed (cf. BH I. (זרע‎ :—estr. ז' אַנְשָא‎ Dn 2* seed (offspring) of men. = +ban] vb. Pa. destroy, hurt (v. BH 11. ban) ;—Pf. 3 mpl. sf. "3935 Dn 6 (of lions); Imv. mpl. sf. ‘ban 4°° (sf. of tree); Inf. npand Ezr6"(acc. oftemple). Hithpa. be destroyed: Impf. 3 fs. 22000 89 Dn 2* 67 74 (53-; all of kingdom of God). 4A2 ban tan .גג .גנ‎ ""%* hurt, injury ;—abs. ’n Dn 3 6%, cf, RES** 42; emph. span Ezr 4”. trbaan n.f. hurtful act, crime ;—abs. ח'‎ Dn 6%. n.m. fellow, comrade (& Syr.;‏ [חבר]1 vy. BH) ;—pl. sf. 730 Dn 2"‏ 1 [7720] 2. fellow;—pl. sf. 90930 Dn 7* its fellows (in vision of horns). Tan n.pr.m. prophet (BH 7d.) ;—Ezr 5'6™. ma Vv. ant.‏ מה ian n.f. joy (3 Syr.; v. BH (חדה.11‎ ;— abs. m3 Ezr 6 with joy: than, or (K5*5®) 479] nim. breast 6% Syr.; v. BH II. a (Schulth Ay" tee: 164) igh Sa wn ae ה --;(חדש adj. new (% Syr.; BH‏ חַדַת ז Ezr 6°.‏ TT (of following; ¥ FA, SM, riddle, y. BH and Kew ay: אחִידֶן n.£ riddie;—fpl. abs.‏ [אַחִידְַה]1 Dn Rue‏ TOW] vb. Pa. Haph. (M‘®°) declare (= Syr.; BH 111. [77] (late));—Pa. 6. ace. N1WB (or equiv.): Impf. 3 ms. sf. י חוני‎ (sf. pers. indir. obj.) Dn 5’, 7310). 2" OF pers.); 1 ₪. MIMS 2 ל)‎ pers.), ל[ ד‎ mn) .יצ‎ 188. usu. 6. ace. NW (or sus ): Impf. 3 ms. 07% Dn 53 2 mpl. ההחון‎ 2°, sf. (of indir. obj.) ‘winoA ל‎ I a כָהַחְוָה‎ + ; Imv. mpl. sf. (of indir, obj. מחוני ו‎ ; להחַיָה וז‎ Wi? לי‎ dae PETS. 2 of ‘signs and wonders 3”. n.f.adeclaring (prop. Inf.Aph.,‏ [אחויה]1 K5®»):_estr. [TN NAS Dn 5° the declaring‏ Bev).‏ ,415 ד גה 35 of riddles (ef. TINT‏ T עס חוטן‎ Ort] vb. repair (foundations); —Haph. /mpf. 3 mpl. יחיטו‎ Ezr 4” (si vera 1. [No GGA, 1854, 1018 Str als rare form for pon K $9165. 261 Nf $6Se,Anm- byt perh. read this, and regard as Qal |. meaning dub.; Ar. bié is sew, = חום‎ , Syr. Ka, cf. BH ה חוּט‎ Syr. Pa. also join fagether 0 here Schulth74W **# 90), 10 Anm.) cf Ar. b <> conjunxit trabes (de Goeje

• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  vb. gleam, smile (Aree 43)—only‏ ]3 לגד Pans Impf. 1 s. 6. ( subord. nya 30 97 + ; Pt. מבליב‎ Am 5°;—1. shew a smile, look ae y 39"! Jbg”%10”. 2. cause to burst or flash המב' שר עלהען‎ Am 5° (cf. Ew St). imaba n.pr.m. (cheerfulness)—1. priest of 15th course (David's time)1Ch24™. 2. priest that went up with Zerubbabel Ne r2°"*. T sb n.pr.m. (éd.) priest with Neh. Ne 10°. n.f. smiling, cheerfulness,‏ ַבְלִיגִית]1 NDI Jes‏ עָלִי source of brightening — fi‏ a source of brightening to me in sorrow; but 4 dub. cf. VB Che. בלדד ו n.pr.m. (G Baddad;‏ בקדדז Bel has loved, cf. TADS 3 Dies os eon.‏ euneif. Bir-Dadda, 01. Hpt"™'**™) 2nd friend‏ Jb 2" 81 18! 25) 42°.‏ ב' MWA‏ (השחי) of Job‏ tba n.pr.loc. in Simeon Jos 19°. vb. become old and worn out‏ | הזז (Av. (5, Aram. *3, 11 , Eth. MAG: id.)—Qal‏ Pf, N23 Dt 85 323 20+ ; Impf. 193 Jb 13‏ Inf. 6. sf. 22 Gu18”;—wear, out (intr.),‏ ;.660 pregn.‏ מַעַל .6 esp. of garments Dt 8* 29**, all‏ wear out (and fall) from upon...(hence Ne 9”), Josg™; fig. of the heavens (with sim. of gar- ment) Is 50° yy 1027 2 1333, the earth Is 51° nban 7323; the bones (through suffering) ו‎ 32°; afflicted man Jb ב‎ M3) IRI NM! )[ 72 wy iDDN); of an aged and decrepit woman Gn18” (J) בְלְתִי‎ “INS after [am worn out. Pi. caus. of Qal. a. wear out (trans.), fig. 1 בְשָרִי יב‎ nba “Wi, ~ 49” and their form שאל‎ nipad is for She’61 to consume away (others rd. nivap is for wasting away | Dr], connecting "₪ with foll.), 1 Ch 17° לבלתו‎ to wear it (Isr.) out (altered fr. לענותו‎ 287”), cf. Dn 7” Aram. b. wear out by use, use to, the full, Is65” and the work of their hands 2) they shall use to the full, enjoy, Jb 21™ they wear out their days in prosperity (Qr here ילו‎ complete, which perh. is the true reading in both passages; 61. Ex5* Jb 36").— On תי‎ 92", v. sub oda, t [nba] adj. worn out; f. nba Ez 23% (of a woman, cf. Gn 18” supr.); pl. oda Jos 94 (sacks), v* (wine-skins), nipa יש‎ (sandals), v° (garments). n.[m.| worn out things, rags‏ [בלוּא]1 (Syr. KASS id.) pl. estr. nda Je 38", ‘103 7‏ n.f. destruction: 6. sf. Is 10”‏ [תבלית]+ and mine anger for their de-‏ וְאפי omdan-by‏ struction.‏ ba adv. not (Ph. 7d.: e.g. CIS בל יכן‎ לכהן‎ shall not be for the priest;, ** =בל עתי‎ before my time) a poet. syn. of לא‎ of compara- tively rare occurrence, Ho 7? 9° (Qr) Is 14” 35° "כ‎ Pr 9’ wae 19” 227 "כל‎ 25 I Ch 16° (= 96"), only besides, except in the pas- sages cited, in other Psalms: often repeated in the same context, as Is 2.6 10-10-11.14.14.18.18 20.20.21. 23.23.24 ד ו‎ 8 Tyee oe sess

• From Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance (1995)

  “And it made no sense to me, this singing! Why were they thanking Him for all of their troubles? I’d ask myself. But see, I was only looking at the horizontal dimension of their lives!” “Tell it now!” “I didn’t understand that they were talking about the vertical dimension! About their relationship to God! I didn’t understand that they were thanking Him in advance for all that they dared to hope for in me! Oh, I thank you, Jesus, for not letting go of me when I let go of you! Oh yes, Jesus, I thank you ….” As the choir lifted back up into song, as the congregation began to applaud those who were walking to the altar to accept Reverend Wright’s call, I felt a light touch on the top of my hand. I looked down to see the older of the two boys sitting beside me, his face slightly apprehensive as he handed me a pocket tissue. Beside him, his mother glanced at me with a faint smile before turning back toward the altar. It was only as I thanked the boy that I felt the tears running down my cheeks. “Oh, Jesus,” I heard the older woman beside me whisper softly. “Thank you for carrying us this far.” [image file=image_rsrc2W5.jpg] CHAPTER FIFTEEN [image file=image_rsrc2W2.jpg] I FLEW OUT OF HEATHROW Airport under stormy skies. A group of young British men dressed in ill-fitting blazers filled the back of the plane, and one of them—a pale, gangly youth, still troubled with acne—took the seat beside me. He read over the emergency instructions twice with great concentration, and once we were airborne, he turned to ask where I was headed. I told him I was traveling to Nairobi to visit my family. “Nairobi’s a beautiful place, I hear. Wouldn’t mind stopping off there one of these days. Going to Johannesburg, I am.” He explained that as part of a degree program in geology, the British government had arranged for him and his classmates to work with South African mining companies for a year. “Seems like they have a shortage of trained people there, so if we’re lucky they’ll take us on for a permanent spot. Best chance we have for a decent wage, I reckon—unless you’re willing to freeze out on some bleeding North Sea oil rig. Not for me, thank you.” I mentioned that if given the chance, a lot of black South Africans might be interested in getting such training. “Well, I’d imagine you’re right about that,” he said. “Don’t much agree with the race policy there. A shame, that.” He thought for a moment. “But then the rest of Africa’s falling apart now, isn’t it? Least from what I can tell. The blacks in South Africa aren’t starving to death like they do in some of these Godforsaken countries. Don’t envy them, mind you, but compared to some poor bugger in Ethiopia—”

• From Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance (1995)

  Despite these heartaches, Michelle and I decided to go ahead with our wedding plans. Reverend Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr., performed the service in the sanctuary of Trinity United Church of Christ, on Ninety-fifth and Parnell. Everyone looked very fine at the reception, my new aunts admiring the cake, my new uncles admiring themselves in their rented tuxedos. Johnnie was there, sharing a laugh with Jeff and Scott, my old friends from Hawaii and Hasan, my roommate from college. So were Angela, Shirley, and Mona, who told my mother what a fine job she’d done raising me. (“You don’t know the half of it,” my mother replied with a laugh.) I watched Maya politely fending off the advances of some brothers who thought they were slick but who were, in fact, much too old for her and should have known better, but when I started to grumble, Michelle told me to relax, my little sister could handle herself. She was right, of course; I looked at my baby sister and saw a full-grown woman, beautiful and wise and looking like a Latin countess with her olive skin and long black hair and black bridesmaid’s gown. Auma was standing beside her, looking just as lovely, although her eyes were a little puffy—to my surprise she was the only one who cried during the ceremony. When the band started to play, the two of them sought out the protection of Michelle’s five- and six-year-old cousins, who impressively served as our official ring-bearers. Watching the boys somberly lead my sisters out onto the dance floor, I thought they looked like young African princes in their little kente-cloth caps and matching cumberbunds and wilted bow ties. The person who made me proudest of all, though, was Roy. Actually, now we call him Abongo, his Luo name, for two years ago he decided to reassert his African heritage. He converted to Islam, and has sworn off pork and tobacco and alcohol. He still works at his accounting firm, but talks about moving back to Kenya once he has enough money. In fact, when we saw each other in Home Squared, he was busy building a hut for himself and his mother, away from our grandfather’s compound, in accordance with Luo tradition. He told me then that he had moved forward with his import business and hoped it would soon pay enough to employ Bernard and Abo full-time. And when we went together to stand by the Old Man’s grave, I noticed there was finally a plaque where the bare cement had been.

• From Generation Anxiety: A Millennial and Gen Z Guide to Staying Afloat in an Uncertain World (2023)

  That people want the best for you? It goes both ways. When you are brave enough to lean into loving others, the world will open up to you in a whole new way. You will find community with people who challenge you, comfort you, and encourage you. In a time when we feel more alone than ever, we need that collective healing where we show that we care about more than ourselves. Giving back is one of the best ways to experience more joy in your life. In fact, one study found that 93 percent of people who volunteered over the past year felt happier as a result. That’s not all. Eighty-nine percent had an expanded worldview, 88 percent had increased self-esteem, 85 percent developed friendships through volunteering, 79 percent had less stress, 78 percent felt greater control over their health and well-being, and 75 percent felt physically healthier. 199 It feels good to be a part of something that’s bigger than yourself. In all the times that I’ve volunteered, I’ve never heard someone say, “Well, that was a waste of time.” Not once. I know you probably have plenty of things to do, but if there’s something to put on your self-care plate, it’s service to others— especially with a cause that you care about. Your lack of anxiety will thank you for it. Because you are 42 percent more likely to achieve your goals if you write them down, I’d love for you to jot down first what you care about, and second, what you can do about it. 200 How can you put this into action in the coming year? WHAT ARE SOME CAUSES THAT YOU CARE ABOUT? IF YOU’RE STUMPED, WHAT’S SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU UPSET OR YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT THE WORLD? HOW CAN YOU PUT THIS INTO ACTION? WHAT ORGANIZATION(S) COULD YOU SUPPORT OR HOW COULD YOU SERVE THIS CAUSE? MY HOPE FOR THE GENERATIONS TO COME As I get ready to take my own action by raising a little human this year (whom I can’t wait to meet!), I’m struck by what I hope lies ahead for this next generation. I’m fully aware of all the anxiety we’ve inherited and how easy it would be to pass it right along to those coming after us. I don’t think any kid needs much of an education to see how hard the human experience can be. After all, no one chooses to be born, and yet we have to carry the load each day.

• From H Is for Hawk (2014)

  I can’t sit still. I go for a walk round the fair. It is not very big, but it is full of surprising things. Smoke from an oil-drum barbecue curling through drying chestnut leaves. Beneath the tree an ancient wooden cider press pouring apple juice into cups. The crushed apples fall into mounds of oxidising pulp beside it and the man working the mechanism is shouting something to the craggy plantsman on the next stand with stripling trees for sale. I find a cake stand, a face-painting stand, a stand of vivaria full of snakes, spiders and stick insects the size of your hand. A stall of orange pumpkins by an ice-cream van. A boy kneeling by a hutch staring at a rabbit under a paper sign that says MY NAME IS FLOPSEY. ‘Hello, Flopsey,’ he says, bringing his hand up to the wire. I walk into a white marquee, and inside, in dim green shade, find trestle-tables displaying hundreds of apple varieties. Some are the size of a hen’s egg; some are giant, sprawling cookers you’d need two hands to hold. Each variety sits in a labelled wooden compartment. I walk slowly along the apples, glorying in their little differences. Soft orange, streaked with tiger-spots of pink. Charles Ross. Berkshire pre 1890. Dual use. A little one with bark-like blush markings over a pale green ground. Coronation. Sussex 1902. Dessert. Miniature green boulders, the side in shadow deep rose. Chivers Delight. Cambridgeshire 1920. Dessert. Huge apple, deep yellow with hyperspace-spotting of rich red. Peasgood’s Nonsuch. Lincolnshire 1853. Dual use. The apples cheer me. The stalls have too. I decide the fair is a wonderful thing. I wander back to my chair, and as Mabel relaxes, so do I. I wolf down a burger, gossip with my falconer friends. Stories are told, jokes are made, old grievances aired, the qualities and abilities and flights of various hawks discussed in minute detail. It strikes me suddenly how much British falconry has changed since the days of Blaine and White. Back then it was the secretive, aristocratic sport of officers and gentlemen. In Germany, falconry had fed into the terrible dreams of an invented Aryan past. Yet here we are now in all our variousness. A carpenter ex-biker, a zookeeper ex-soldier, two other zookeepers, an electrician and an erstwhile historian. Four men, two women, two eagles, three falcons and a goshawk. I swig from a bottle of cider and this company is suddenly all I’d ever wished for. ‘Excuse me? Is that a goshawk?’ He’s in his forties, with glasses. A thickset, cheerful man holding a wriggling toddler. ‘Hang on, Tom,’ he says. ‘We’re going to get an ice-cream. I just want to talk to this lady for a second.’ I grin. I know how it feels to hold onto a creature who wants to be somewhere else. And then my heart falters, just a little. No father, no partner, no child, no job, no home.

• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  formations: ₪ clean heart p51” (|| ;(חַדש‎ new heaven and earth 18 687 (in place of old); transformation of nature Is 41% ; with double ace. בורא ירושלם גילה‎ transform Jerusalem into rejoicing Is 65". Niph. Pf. 2 fs. N12) Ez 21%; 3 pl. 812) Ex 34" + 2 +; Impf. i813) ץ‎ 104"; Inf. sf. 812 Ez 28%; ISI Ez 28% הִבַּרְאֶם‎ Gn 2* 5°; Pe. 812) y102";—Pass. 1. be created: heaven and earth Gn 2‘ (P); creatures y 104; mankind Gn 57(P); heavens 148°. 2. with reference to birth: במקום אשר נבראת‎ in the place where thou wast created (i.e. native land) Ez 21°; הבראך‎ ay day when thou wast created (king of Tyre) Ez 28" (cf. היום ילדתיך‎ 27); 8122 DY y 102" (|| נולד‎ DY ץ‎ 22%), 8. of something new, astonishing: miracles Ex 34° (J); new things, חדשות‎ Is 48°. Pi. Pf. OX} Jos 17°; INN1B Jos 178; Inf. abs. S13 Ez 21% 23%;1. cut down: a forest Jos ךז‎ (J); ONIN אוּתְהֶן‎ NID Ez 237. 2. cut out: 1 hand, as an index Ez 217*™. n.f. a creation, thing created,‏ בְּרִיאָה1 as preternatural, unparalleled; acc. cogn.’2"D8‏ Nu 16®, ef. S12 Qal 3, Niph. 3.‏ )$12 Tra n.pr.m. ( hath created) a Ben- 181166 1 Ch 8”. +1. [ברא]‎ vb. be fat (Ar. 3 be free of a thing, sound, healthy; v. .עד -- (מרא‎ Inf. ד לְהַבְרִיאָכֶם‎ ₪ 2770 make yourselves fat. TSO adj. fat—y 73* ו‎ 3”; pl. N72 1K 5°; estr 82 Dn 1”; 1. בְּרִיאֶה‎ Abr’ + 2%.+ Ez 34” 3; Hi O17" 93, > ;בריאה‎ pl. בָּרִיאוּת‎ Gn 41° + 3%.; N8IGn 414;—fat, cattle בקר‎ Gn 4174578 (E) ד‎ K 53; sheep Ez 34°” Ze 11°; food Hb 1%; איש ב'‎ fat man Ju 3"; בריאי בשר‎ Dn 1%% ב' אולם‎ their body fat + 73°. FINI n.pr.m. y. sub 70.‏ בּלְאדן .בית sub‏ בית בראי .+ בראי OMAN +. sub .ברר‎ (cf. Ar. 5,5 be or become cold).‏ ברד Aram. 713,‏ כב nm. *** hail (Ar.‏ ברד1 cold DHM 2366 19%9( - -‏ ,ברדם J$:3; also Sab.‏ Ex 9,‏ המטיר " .6 Ex 9* + 28t.;—hail,‏ בָּרֶר קלח | also Ex ON a ee io‏ 9% נתן ly‏ 5 DD Ex 9%,‏ & קלת || 95% thunder Ex‏ lightning 9%; all JE, Egypt. plague ; cf.‏ אש || another great hailstorm Jos1o"‏ ;”105 7878 ץש (E), where ‘37 "328; further, in theoph. y 18"‏ om. by error; del. however‏ "22 28 (גחלידאש 6 ה 7 he in y 18" cf. De Che 660.; “2 אוצרות‎ Jb 38”, ירקון וב' 148% ץ אש וב' שלנ וקיטור‎ Hg 27; in sim. Is 28? זרם ב' שער‎ ; fig. Is 28% 30% (אבן ב')‎ —fig. of judgment of ”, TINA vb.denom. hail, היער‎ NB TP consec. Is 32° 00 shall hail. 1 ְבָּרד]‎ adj. spotted, marked (as if sprin- kled with hail? so Ki 61. Lag®®”; Syr. J9z5, ive.

• From H Is for Hawk (2014)

  I read The Goshawk again as I sat with Mabel, read it many times, and every time it seemed a different book; sometimes a caustically funny romance, sometimes the journal of a man laughing at failure, sometimes a heartbreaking tract of another man’s despair . But one White was clear to me as I manned my hawk. It was not White the falconer . It was the man who had , for the first time in his life, discovered the joys of domesticity. A man who painted woodwork the brightest of blues and reds, who arranged feathers in jars on his mantelpiece and made curries from prawns and eggs and spoons of thin-cut marmalade. I saw him boiling his laundry in the copper on the kitchen stove, and sitting in an armchair reading Masefield’s Midnight Folk with his setter Brownie sleeping at his feet. And I saw him drinking. There was always a bottle at White’s side, and his battle with Gos made him drink all the more. ‘ It was not that one drank enough to become incapable or stupid,’ he wrote, ‘but alcohol now seemed the only way of continuing to live.’ As I sat with my hawk and puzzled over White I wondered if it was alcohol that obscured him, blurred him from view. I knew the notion was fanciful, but even so there seemed some deep connection between White’s drinking and his evasiveness. And I was sure that it was the drink that irrigated White’s constant self-sabotage, for it is a common trait of alcoholics to make plans and promises, to oneself, to others, fervently, sincerely, and in hope of redemption. Promises that are broken, again and again, through fear, through loss of nerve, through any number of things that hide that deep desire, at heart, to obliterate one’s broken self. I opened the curtains the next morning. The brightness of the room made me clearer, which concerned her for a while. But when a broad stripe of sunlight fell across her back she raised her feathers to greet it. Now, standing in a shallow bath next to her perch, she nibbles her toes, takes precise and tiny bites of water. She jumps back onto her perch and begins to preen herself, contorting her body into the stylised shapes of Japanese paintings of courtly goshawks. She runs her beak through one feather after another in quick succession: the sound is of paper being scored, or a pack of cards being shuffled Then she stretches one broad wing behind her, drags it slowly back over her sunlit tail, and rouses, squeaking happily through her nose. I watch all this with a ravenous, gulping-down-champagne sense of joy. Look how happy she is , I think.

• From History of the Christian Church: The Complete Set of Eight Volumes (1858)

  "Let others," says Ambrose, "heap up silver and gold; we gather the nails wherewith the martyrs were pierced, and their victorious blood, and the wood of their cross."897 He himself relates at large, in a letter to his sister, the miraculous discovery of the bones of the twin brothers Gervasius and Protasius, two otherwise wholly unknown and long-forgotten martyrs of the persecution under Nero or Domitian.898 This is one of the most notorious relic miracles of the early church. It is attested by the most weighty authorities, by Ambrose and his younger contemporaries, his secretary and biographer Paulinus, the bishop Paulinus of Nola, and Augustine, who was then in Milan; it decided the victory of the Nicene orthodoxy over the Arian opposition of the empress Justina; yet is it very difficult to be believed, and seems at least in part to rest on pious frauds.899 The story is, that when Ambrose, in 386, wished to consecrate the basilica at Milan, he was led by a higher intimation in a vision to cause the ground before the doors of Sts. Felix and Nahor to be dug up, and there he found two corpses of uncommon size, the heads severed from the bodies (for they died by the sword), the bones perfectly preserved, together with a great quantity of fresh blood.900 These were the saints in question. They were exposed for two days to the wondering multitude, then borne in solemn procession to the basilica of Ambrose, performing on the way the healing of a blind man, Severus by name, a butcher by trade, and afterward sexton of this church. This, however, was not the only miracle which the bones performed. "The age of miracles returned," says Ambrose. "How many pieces of linen, how many portions of dress, were cast upon the holy relics and were recovered with the power of healing from that touch.901 It is a source of joy to all to touch but the extremest portion of the linen that covers them; and whoso touches is healed. We give thee thanks, O Lord Jesus, that thou hast stirred up the energies of the holy martyrs at this time, wherein thy church has need of stronger defence. Let all learn what combatants I seek, who are able to contend for us, but who do not assail us, who minister good to all, harm to none." In his homily De inventione SS. Gervasii et Protasii, he vindicates the miracle of the healing of the blind man against the doubts of the Arians, and speaks of it as a universally acknowledged and undeniable fact: The healed man, Severus, is well known, and publicly testifies that he received his sight by the contact of the covering of the holy relics.

• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  ראה “sich vertiefen in’): )1( gaze at 186" (on context vy. We Dr HPS), so as to become acquainted with Gn 34'(P); so as to find out Ec 3”; inspect liver (for omens) Ez 21"; some- what weakened = behold Jb 3° 2 Ch7* ש‎ (2) look at with kindness, helpfulness, of ’, “YD Gn 29” 18 17 (+ inf. abs.), 2 ₪ 16%, 182 y 106%. (3) upon a spectacle causing anger Ex 2"(E), grief Gn 21° (E), 44% Nurz® (both J), 2% 227) (subj. 22m) —2iCh 244) igh or abhorrence 1866". (4) gaze at with appre- hension Ec11*. (5) with joy, pleasure, 2 K 10° Mi 7° Je 29” Is 528 (MW2 ,עין‎ cf. Niph. Nu 14"), Jb 20” 337 7 00" 125° 6 3 0 Ke 2'. (6) esp. with exultation, triumph = jeast eyes upon, sts. gloat over (fallen enemies), Ju 167 Miz” Ez 28" Ob? vy 22% דד‎ bc: bs pers. Is 177 (subj. עינים‎ ; || by myy); על‎ pers. Ex5” (J); NANT OY ליד אמ ר'‎ v. [tak] and Comm., also Spiegelb 28 יוצ‎ 119090986 6. ,ל‎ aab$ יָר'‎ may ז הָאָדֶם 1 לְעִינִיִם‎ 8 167, 1D ו 0 - .64% רְאָהלְמו‎ is DIND כְתוּר‎ NN 1 Ch 17” (and || BINT תורת‎ NNN 2 ₪ 7%), read וַתִרְאָנִי‎ (with other changes)We Dr Kau BuHPS Now; Ez12™ read prob. Niph. & Hi Co Krae ; Mi 6° read prob. 787! cf. NowGASm. WNiph. Pf. 3 ms. 1813 Gn 48°+, etc.; Jmpf. 3 ms. 18)? Gn22"+4, juss. ST Ex3 43 Lvg®, S11 מצ)‎ 1 27+ ; 1s, SUN) Ex 6°, 660.; 276. ms. IN x K 187; Inf. estr. להרְאות‎ 1S17%4, לראות‎ Isr? 4 2 t., הַרְאה‎ Ju 132 ד‎ ₪ 3%, etc.;—1. appear, esp. a. of י'‎ (God): 6. אל‎ pers. בא)‎ 1277 + 6 +. 0, Gn 351 (E), v? 483 Ex 63 שרי)‎ DNA, ב‎ essent.), Ly 1 P),. 1 K3* 977 = 2 Chg? Ror rr ite: ל‎ pers. Je 31° 2 Chi’ 3! (ins. * © Kau Kit); abs. Gn 22% in the mt. where י"‎ appeareth (prob., Di Sta%* 450 J); Hast. DB ii. 17 E); Nua ד‎ (JE; nya Py, v. Is 52° Qal 8 a(5)), א1‎ 16°(P; ב‎ loc. + >¥), 18 3 ב)‎ loc.), 28227 (MET OY; <8" || y

• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  Tiga n.pr.f. (perfume !)—1. Hittite woman, a wife of Esau Gn 26* (P); called daughter of Ishmael, and sister of Nebaioth Gn 36% (but due prob. to R; this daughter of Ishmael is מחלת‎ in 28° P); .ץ‎ also 364°" (all P) (Sam. has מחלת‎ throughout Gn 36). 2. daughter of Solomon, wife of Ahimaaz 1 K 4”. Toba n.pr.m. a descendant of Issachar ל‎ Towa n.pr.m. 1. son of Ishmael Gn aS == ג ד‎ 1%. 2. a descendant of Simeon ד‎ vb. bear tidings )/ rub, smooth‏ [בשר] ך the face; cf. Ar. +23 remove the face or surface of‏ 5-ל 25402 a thing, cf. Ar. 723 be glad, joyful;‏ he rejoiced him with the message of the birth of‏ a son; Eth. 006: bring a joyful message, so‏ DHM™,‏ תבשר As. bussuru (Pa.) 101775, Sab.‏ n.pr.dei, +; 13111] 2965 CIS‏ בשר also‏ 2t.; Impf. Win‏ + 20% 16 בְּשרץ aves at *)— Pi.‏ 4t.; TWIN 2818"; Imv. NW 1 Ch‏ + 818% 2 מָבַשַר.% 3r°+2t.;‏ 8 ז ?82" 16°=y 96°; Inf.‏ מִבַשָרוּת Is 40°; pl.‏ מְבַשָרֶת .1 ;₪ 6+ *ז4 Is‏ gladden with good tidings: birth‏ .1- - :685 ש of a son Je 20”; victory 1S 31° 281% 1 Ch‏ he was in his eyes‏ היה כמבשר בעיניו ;"68 ץ 10° as a bearer of good tidings 28 4™. 2. bear‏ tidings 2 ₪ 189995: even of evil 18 4”, and‏ K 1®. 3. herald as‏ 1 בשר טוב so with ace.‏ glad tidings: the salvation of God, preach‏ (chiefly exilic usage) the advent of ” in salva-‏ tion Na2’ Is 40"% 417 527"; the praises of‏ Yahweh 60°; His righteousness in the great‏ congregation y 40”; His salvation daily 96?‏ =1Ch 169: the Messianic servant preaches‏ good tidings to the meek 1861'. Hithp. Jmpf.‏ WBN 2/8 18% receive good tidings (so Kirkp.‏ Klo; cf. Ar. 3 Iv. X; otherwise AV).‏ VP Doce BM. flesh (cf. 5 skin, Syr. 5 2 As. bi8ru, blood-relation, D‏ ,כבבב[ flesh of bulls) —Gn 2%‏ בשר תורם Sab.‏ 516 .66 בּשָרִי Gn17"+ 40 6.; sf.‏ בְּשַר .03 ;6 126 + 1% Stud. i. 143, 142 mw.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  Ralph blinked two or three times on hearing that, then looked hastily back into the tent, as if to make sure there were no naked flames about, over which an unfriendly audience might take it into their heads to try and tip him. Then he looked queasily at his cigarette, and threw it down.‘I think, if it’s all the same to you,’ he said, ‘I shall just go off and have another run through my address.’ And before I could open my mouth to persuade him otherwise he had slipped away, and left me smoking on my own.I did not mind: it was still pleasanter outside the tent than in it. I put the cigarette between my lips and folded my arms, and leaned back a little against the canvas. Then I closed my eyes, and let the sun fall full upon my face; then I took the fag away, and gave a yawn.And as I did so, there came a woman’s voice at my shoulder, that made me jump.‘Well! Of all the gals to see at a working people’s rally, I should’ve said that Nancy King would be about the last of ‘em.’I opened my eyes, let my cigarette fall, and turned to the woman and gave a cry.‘Zena! Oh! And is it really you?’It was indeed Zena: she stood beside me plumper and even handsomer than when I had seen her last, and clad in a scarlet coat and a bracelet with charms on. ‘Zena!’ I said again. ‘Oh! How good it is to see you.’ I took her hand and pressed it, and she laughed.‘I’ve met just about every gal I ever knew here, today,’ she said. ‘And then I saw this other one, standing up against a tent flap with a fag at her lip and I thought, Lord, but don’t she look like old Nan King? What a lark, if it should be her, after all this time - and here, of all places! And I stepped up a bit closer, and then I saw that your hair was all clipped, and I knew it was you, for sure.’‘Oh, Zena! I was certain I should never hear from you again.’ She looked a little sheepish at that; and then, remembering, I pressed her hand even harder and said in quite a different tone: ‘What a nerve you’ve got, though! After leaving me in such a state, that time in Kilburn! I thought I should die.’Now she made a show of tossing her head. ‘Well! You done me very brown, you know, over that money.’‘I do know it. What a little beast I was! I suppose, you never did get to the colonies ...’She wrinkled her nose. ‘My friend who went to Australia came back.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  Even now, if you were to ask me, quickly, ‘What is heaven like?’ I should have to say that it must smell of over-heated horsehair, and be filled with angels in spangles and gauze, and decorated with fountains of scarlet and blue ...But not, perhaps, have Kitty in it.I did not think this then, of course. I was only extraordinarily glad to have a place in such a business, and with my true love at my side; and everything that Kitty said or did only seemed to show that she felt just the same. I believe we spent more hours at the Brit that winter than at our new home in Stamford Hill - more time in velvet suits and powdered wigs than out of them. We made friends with all the theatre people - with the ballerinas and the wardrobe-girls, the gas-men, the property-men, the carpenters and the call-boys. Flora, our dresser, even found herself a beau amongst them. He was a black fellow, who had run away from a sailing family in Wapping to join a minstrel troupe; not having the voice for it, however, he had become a stage-hand instead. His name, I believe, was Albert - but he paid about as much heed to that as anybody in the business, and was known, universally, as ‘Billy-Boy’. He loved the theatre more than any of us, and spent all his hours there, playing cards with the door-men and the carpenters, hanging about in the flies, twitching ropes, turning handles. He was good-looking, and Flora was very keen on him; he spent a deal of time, in consequence, at our dressing-room door, waiting to take her home after the show - and so we came to know him very well. I liked him because he came from the river, and had left his family for the theatre’s sake, as I had. Sometimes, in the afternoons or late at night, he and I would leave Kitty and Flora fussing over the costumes and take a stroll through the dim and silent theatre, just for the pleasure of it.

• From H Is for Hawk (2014)

  In the garden, if the weather’s fine. What would be marvellous,’ she said, head tilted, ‘would be if you came along afterwards and brought your hawk. We’ve heard you’re flying her on the college grounds, and we’d love to meet her.’ She uncapped a black marker pen, wrote HELEN GOSHAWK on a whiteboard, then hesitated, turned to me. ‘Two p.m.?’ ‘Two p.m.’ She wrote the time in her elegant hand and smiled. So now the hawk eats, the conversation continues, the sun falls in pale planes on the ancient walls, the chirrups of house martins drift down from above like distant fingertips on glass, and I glory in it all. How beautiful it is here, I think, and how supremely unlikely it is that I ever got to be here at all, a state- school kid born to parents who’d never gone to university, to whom Cambridge was the mysterious haunt of toffs and spies. ‘You must be a spy,’ my father used to tell me. ‘Must be.’ He’d watched me as a child sneaking about with binoculars, hiding for hours in bushes and trees. I was the invisible girl; someone tailor-made for a secret life. ‘No, really I’m not,’ I’d say for the hundredth time. ‘I’m not!’ ‘But of course you’d say that.’ And he’d laugh delightedly, because there was no way I could persuade him otherwise. ‘It’s a job, Dad,’ I’d say, rolling my eyes. ‘I teach people English and the History of Science. I sit in a library, read books, do my research. That’s all it is. I’m not something out of a John le Carré novel.’ ‘But you could be,’ he’d say, stressing the could, and part of him not joking at all. My father had revelled in the thought that I might be a spy, for it was a life he understood, being only a hair’s breadth from his own. One day he’d handed me a miniature silver camera. ‘It takes special film,’ he said gleefully, flipping open the back and showing me where the miniature spool fitted in its matchbox-sized casing. Over the years he’d rigged up infra-red light-beams to photograph nocturnal wildlife, staked out the love-nests of cabinet ministers, tracked and photographed the movements of nuclear waste on secret midnight trains, climbed over fences, sneaked cameras into places he, and they, should not have been. Patience, detection, subterfuge and record. What historians did for a living was far more mysterious to him than the work of spies. My vision blurs. We carry the lives we’ve imagined as we carry the lives we have, and sometimes a reckoning comes of all of the lives we have lost. The summer lunch recedes. I cannot pull it back. Fog seeps in from the rugby pitch where Prideaux strode. Slow, white breaths.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  There was no one in that house, it seemed, who had not some link with the profession. Even plain little Minnie - the eighth member of our party, the girl who had brought us tea on our arrival and had returned now to help Mrs Dendy dish and serve and clear the plates - even she belonged to a ballet troupe, and had a contract at a concert hall in Lambeth. Why, even the dog, Bransby, which soon nosed its way into the parlour to beg for scraps, and to lean his slavering jaw against Professor Emery’s knee - even he was an old artiste, and had once toured the South Coast in a dancing dog act, and had a stage name: ‘Archie’.It was a Sunday night, and nobody had a hall to rush to after supper; no one seemed to have anything to do, indeed, except sit and smoke and gossip. At seven o‘clock there was a knock upon the door, and a girl came halloo-ing her way into the house with a dress of tulle and satin and a gilt tiara: she was a friend of Tootsie’s from the ballet at the Pav come to ask Mrs Dendy’s opinion of her costume. While the frock was spread out on the parlour rug, the supper-things were carried off; and when the table was cleared the Professor sat at it and spread a deck of cards. Percy joined him, whistling; his tune was taken up by Sims, who raised the lid of Mrs Dendy’s piano and began to strike the melody out on that. The piano was a terrible one - ‘Damn this cheesy old thing!’ cried Sims as he hit at it. ‘You could play Wagner on it, and I swear it would come out sounding like a sea-shanty or a jig!’ - but the tune was gay and it made Kitty smile.‘I know this,’ she said to me; and since she knew it she couldn’t help but sing it, and had soon stepped over the sparkling frock upon the floor to lift her voice for the chorus at Sims’s side.I sat on the sofa with Bransby, and wrote a postcard to my family. ‘I am in the queerest-looking parlour you ever saw,’ I wrote, ‘and everybody is extremely kind. There is a dog here with a stage-name!

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  I am the Queen of Carefulness. I shall go on being careful for ever, if you like - so long as I might be a bit reckless, sometimes, when we are quite alone.’Her smile, when she gave it, was a little distracted. ‘After all,’ she said, ‘things have not changed, so very much.’But I knew that everything had changed - everything. At length I rose too, and washed and dressed and used the chamber-pot, while Kitty went downstairs. She came back with a tray of tea and toast - ‘I could hardly look Ma Dendy in the eye!’ she said, all shy and red again - and we had our breakfast in our own parlour, before the fire, kissing the crumbs and butter from one another’s lips.There was a hamper of suits beneath the window, that we had had sent over from a costumier’s and not yet properly examined; and now, as we waited for Walter, Kitty began rather idly to sort through it. She pulled out a black tail-coat, very fine. ‘Look at this!’ she said. She slipped it on over her dress, and did a stiff little dance; then she began, very lightly, to sing.‘In a house, in a square, in a quadrant,’ she sang, ‘In a street, in a lane, in a road; Turn to the left, on the right hand, You see there my true love’s abode.’I smiled. This was an old song of George Leybourne’s: everyone had used to whistle it in the ’seventies, and I had even once seen it sung by Leybourne himself, at the Canterbury Palace. It was a silly, nonsensical, but rather infectious kind of song, and Kitty sang it all the sweeter for singing it so softly and carelessly.‘I go there a courting and cooing, To my love, like a dove. And swearing on my bended knee, If ever I cease to love, May sheep’s heads grow on apple trees, If ever I cease to love.’I listened for a while, then raised my voice with hers for the chorus:‘If ever I cease to love, If ever I cease to love, May the moon be turned into green cheese, If ever I cease to love.’We laughed, then sang louder. I found a hat in the hamper, and tossed it to Kitty, then pulled out a jacket and a boater for myself, and a walking-cane. I linked my arm with hers, and imitated her dance. The song grew sillier.‘For all the money that’s in the bank, For the title of lord or duke, I wouldn’t exchange the girl I love, There’s bliss in every look.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  I rose, reluctantly, and put on my gloves and my hat, and said that I should go; and then Kitty introduced me - ‘My friend, Miss Astley,’ she called me, which made me feel a little gayer - and Mr Bliss shook my hand.‘Tell your Mother,’ said Kitty as she showed me to the door, ‘that I shall come tomorrow, any time she likes.’‘Come at four,’ I said.‘Four it is, then!’ She briefly took my hand again, and kissed my cheek.Over her shoulder I saw the flashy gentleman fingering his whiskers, but with his eyes turned, politely, away from us. I can hardly say what a curious mix of feelings mine were, the Sunday afternoon when Kitty came to call on us in Whitstable. She was more to me than all the world; that she should be visiting me in my own home, and supping with my family, seemed both a delight too lovely to be borne and a great and dreadful burden. I loved her, and could not but long to have her come; but I loved her, and not a soul must know it - not even she. It would be a torture, I thought, to have to sit beside her at my father’s table with that love within me, mute and restless as a gnawing worm. I would have to smile while Mother asked, Why didn’t Kitty have a beau? and smile again when Davy held Rhoda’s hand, or Tony pinched my sister’s knee beneath the table - when all the while my darling would be at my side, untouchable.Then again, there was the crampedness, and the dinginess - and the unmistakable fishiness - of our home to fret over. Would Kitty think it mean? Would she see the tears in the drugget, the smears on the walls; would she see that the armchairs sagged, that the rugs were faded, that the shawl which Mother had tacked to the mantel, so that it fluttered in the draught from the chimney, was dusty and torn, its fringes unravelling? I had grown up with these things, and for eighteen years had barely noticed them, but I saw them now, for what they really were, as if through her own eyes.I saw my family, too, anew. I saw my father - a gentle man, but prone to dullness. Would Kitty think him dull? And Davy: he could be rather brash; and Rhoda - horrible Rhoda - would certainly be over-pert. What would Kitty make of them? What would she think of Alice - my dearest friend, until a month ago? Would she think her cold, and would her coldness puzzle her?

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  We won’t have that at this table. You go on and give him a real good chew.’ He said it kindly, and Kitty laughed. She peered into the shell in her hand.‘And is it really alive?’ she said.‘Alive alive-oh,’ said Davy. ‘If you listen very hard, you will hear him shrieking as he goes down.’There were protests at that from Rhoda and Alice. ‘You will make the poor girl sick,’ said Mother. ‘Don’t you mind him, Miss Butler. You just eat your fish, and enjoy it.’Kitty did so. With no more glances at me she threw the contents of her shell into her mouth, chewed them hard and fast, and swallowed them. Then she wiped her lips with her napkin, and smiled at Father.‘Now,’ he said, confidentially, ‘tell the truth: have you ever tasted an oyster such as that, before, or have you not?’Kitty said that she had not, and Davy gave a cheer; and for a while there was no sound at all but the delicate, diminutive sounds of good oyster-supper: the creak of hinges, the slap of discarded beards, the trickle of liquor and butter and beer.I opened no more shells for Kitty, for she managed them herself. ‘Look at this one!’ she said, when she had handled half-a-dozen or so. ‘What a brute he is!’ Then she looked more closely at it. ‘Is it a he? I suppose they all must be, since they all have beards?’Father shook his head, chewing. ‘Not at all, Miss Butler, not at all. Don’t let the beards mislead you. For the oyster, you see, is what you might call a real queer fish - now a he, now a she, as quite takes its fancy. A regular morphodite, in fact!’‘Is that so?’Tony tapped his plate. ‘You’re a bit of an oyster, then, yourself, Kitty,’ he said with a smirk.She looked for a moment rather uncertain, but then she smiled. ‘Why, I suppose I am,’ she said. ‘Just fancy! I’ve never been likened to a fish before.’‘Well, don’t take it the wrong way, Miss Butler,’ said Mother, ‘for spoken in this house, it is something of a compliment.’Tony laughed, and Father said, ‘Oh, it was, it was!’Kitty still smiled. Then she half-rose to reach a pepper castor; and when she sat again she drew her feet beneath her chair, and I felt my thigh grow cool. When the oyster-barrel was quite empty, and the lemonade and the Bass had all been drunk, and Kitty declared that she had never had a finer supper in all her life, we moved our chairs away from the table, and the men lit cigarettes, and Alice and Rhoda set out cups, for tea. There was more talk, and more questions for Kitty to answer. Had she ever met Nelly Power? Did she know Bessie Bellwood, or Jenny Hill, or Jolly John Nash? Then, on another tack: was it true that she had no young chap? She said she had no time for it.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  When had I started smoking? I couldn’t remember. I had grown so used to holding Kitty’s fag for her while she changed suits, that gradually I had taken up the habit myself. I smoked so often, now, that half my fingers - which, four months before, had been permanently pink and puckered, from so many dippings in the oyster-tub - were now stained yellow as mustard at the tips.The musician - I believe he played the cornet - took a small, insinuating step my way. ‘Are you a friend of the manager’s, or what?’ he said. ‘I haven’t seen you in the hall before.’I laughed. ‘Yes you have. I’m Nancy, Kitty Butler’s dresser.’He raised his eyebrows, and leaned away to look me up and down. ‘Well! and so you are. I thought you was just a kid. But here, just now, I took you for an actress, or a dancer.’I smiled, and shook my head. There was a pause while he sipped at his glass and wiped at his moustache. ‘I bet you dance a treat, though, don’t you?’ he said then. ‘How about it?’ He nodded to the crush of waltzing couples at the back of the stage.‘Oh, no,’ I said. ‘I couldn’t. I’ve had too much cham.’He laughed: ‘All the better!’ He put his drink aside, gripped his cigarette between his lips, then put his hands on my waist and lifted me up. I gave a shriek; he began to turn and dip, in a clownish approximation of a waltz-step. The louder I laughed and shrieked, the faster he turned me. A dozen people looked our way, and smiled and clapped.At last he stumbled and almost fell, then put me down with a thump. ‘Now,’ he said breathlessly, ‘tell me I ain’t a marvellous dancer.’‘You ain’t,’ I said. ‘You’ve made me giddy as a fish, and’ - I felt at the front of my dress - ‘you have spoiled my sash!’‘I’ll fix that for you,’ he said, reaching for my waist again. I gave a yelp, and stepped out of his grasp.‘No you won’t! You can push off and leave me in peace.’ Now he seized me, and tickled me so that I giggled. Being tickled always makes me laugh, however little I care for the tickler; but after several more minutes of this kind of thing he at last gave up on me, and went back to his pals in the band.I ran my hands over my sash again. I feared he really had spoiled it, but couldn’t see well enough to be sure. I finished my drink with a gulp - it was, I suppose, my sixth or seventh glass - and slipped from the stage.

• From A Hebrew and English Lexicon of the Old Testament (BDB) (1907)

  + 1. TENT n.f. canopy, chamber (as cover- ing, enclosing) —abs.’ n Is 4°; sf. INBO y 19%; AMEN Jo 2% ;—1. canopy, עלדבל-כבוד ח'‎ Is 4° | over all glory a canopy (for protection). 2. chamber, of bridegroom ו‎ 19° (metaph. of sun rising); of bride Jo 2% (|| 130 of bridegroom). MET n.pr.m. 1 Ch 24" priest of 13th‏ .זנ course, 695 4.‏ 1 דזפים‎ n.pr.m. a son of Benjamin Gn 467! (G Odile 2 Ope), descendant of Benjamin 1 Ch 7° (G Audhew, Apher, GL Odep), and so / pan ys; ,ץ‎ DDN, an, as,‏ ,חפף (NH yan; Aram.‏ חפ all rub, cleanse, esp. the head).‏ זף אני sa‏ פשע חַף Tan adj. clean—only‏ Jb 33° I am pure, without: transgression,‏ שָכבי I am clean (in speech of Elihu).‏ tyan vb. delight in (cf. Ar. as be mindful of, attentive to, keep, protect, Aram. $2 whence eu ¢ eager, zealous, Ar. 5 anger (excitement), 125! enrage (Aram. and Ax. of excited attention, Heb. of delighted atten- tion), D1?" כ אך‎ 26 196.75: NH חפץ‎ weakened to thing, v. De®", Ph. in n.pr. (חפצבעל‎ ;- - Qal Pf. ח'"‎ Gn34%+ 28 כו‎ 1. NYDN 1566"; 2m, +*%21%כ חָפַצְתָּ‎ 4 t.; YBN Jb wae etc., +14 t. PE; Impf YT Dt 29+ t.5 PEM ש‎ 37" 147%; pl. BN) Is 13% Je 6; EM y 68%; PYBM 15 587° ete.+9t. Impf.; Inf. abs. yan Ez 18"; on Pt. YO = adj. verb., v. infr.;—1. of men: a. take pleasure in, delight in, 6. 3, ₪ woman Gn 34" (J), Dt 21% Est 2%; a man 18 18" 19! 2 5 20"; in matters and things 2 ₪ 24° Is 13” 66° 166% 109" 112° 519” Pr ies Est 6°79; ¢. acc. 68" Is 58? Ec 8°; implic. obj. ץ‎ 73”. b. delight, desire, be pleased to do a thing, would do it Dt 257* 1 K 9’ Est 6° Ru © 38 ש‎ 40° Jb g® 13° 21 33” Is 58? Je 42%, c. abs. PEAY עד‎ wntil it please (of love) Ct 27 3° | 5% 2. of God: a. delight in, have pleasure in, c. 3, persons Nu 14° (J), 2S 15% 22% = Vy 18%, 1 K 10°= 2 Cho’, ץש‎ 229 41” Is 624; | not in the strength of a horse y147"; in doing evil Mal2”; in the death 01 the sinner 13218" 33"; but in mercy, justice, and righteousness 26 95; בחר באשר (לא) חפצתי‎ Is 564 65” 66%; not with (acc.) the blood of bullocks [81% זבח(ים)‎ y 40% 51'S", or the death of the sinner | Ez 18"; but with ton Ho 6° 211 7% nox a ——_ x. "שיש