A Bible-class teacher was telling of the various translations of
the Bible and their different excellences. The class was much
interested, and one of the young men that evening was talking to
a friend about it.
“I think I prefer the King James version for my part,” he said,
“tho, of course, the Revised is more scholarly.”
His friend smiled. “I prefer my mother’s translation of the
Bible myself to any other version,” he said.
“Your mother’s?” cried the first young man, thinking his
companion had suddenly gone crazy. “What do you mean, Fred?”
“I mean that my mother has translated the Bible into the
language of daily life for me ever since I was old enough to
understand it. She translates it straight, too, and gives its
full meaning. There has never been any obscurity about her
version. Whatever printed version of the Bible I may study, my
mother’s is always the one that clears up my difficulties.”
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