Thank you. Please be seated. 谢谢。请坐。
To all the families who loved so deeply the miners we've lost; to all who called them friends, worked alongside them in the mines, or knew them as neighbors, in Montcoal and Naoma, or Whitesville, in the Coal River Valley and across West Virginia -- let me begin by saying that we have been mourning with you throughout these difficult days. Our hearts have been aching with you. We keep our thoughts with the survivors who are recovering and resting at the hospital and at the homes. We're thankful for the rescue teams. But our hearts ache alongside you. 致所有深深爱着我们失去的矿工的家属；致所有称他们为朋友、在矿井中与他们并肩工作、或视他们为邻居的人——在蒙哥尔和纳奥马，在怀茨维尔，在煤炭河谷和整个西弗吉尼亚州——请允许我首先说，在这些艰难的日子里，我们一直与你们一同哀悼。我们的心与你们一同疼痛。我们挂念着正在医院和家中康复休养的幸存者。我们感激救援队伍。但我们的心与你们同痛。
We're here to memorialize 29 Americans: Carl Acord. Jason Atkins. Christopher Bell. Gregory Steven Brock. Kenneth Allan Chapman. Robert Clark. Charles Timothy Davis. Cory Davis. Michael Lee Elswick. William I. Griffith. Steven Harrah. Edward Dean Jones. Richard K. Lane. William Roosevelt Lynch. Nicholas Darrell McCroskey. Joe Marcum. Ronald Lee Maynor. James E. Mooney. Adam Keith Morgan. Rex L. Mullins. Joshua S. Napper. Howard D. Payne. Dillard Earl Persinger. Joel R. Price. Deward Scott. Gary Quarles. Grover Dale Skeens. Benny Willingham. And Ricky Workman. 我们在这里缅怀29位美国人：卡尔·阿科德。杰森·阿特金斯。克里斯托弗·贝尔。格雷戈里·史蒂文·布罗克。肯尼斯·艾伦·查普曼。罗伯特·克拉克。查尔斯·蒂莫西·戴维斯。科里·戴维斯。迈克尔·李·埃尔斯维克。威廉·I·格里菲斯。史蒂文·哈拉。爱德华·迪恩·琼斯。理查德·K·莱恩。威廉·罗斯福·林奇。尼古拉斯·达雷尔·麦科罗斯基。乔·马库姆。罗纳德·李·梅诺。詹姆斯·E·穆尼。亚当·基思·摩根。雷克斯·L·穆林斯。约书亚·S·纳珀。霍华德·D·佩恩。迪拉德·厄尔·珀辛格。乔尔·R·普莱斯。德沃德·斯科特。加里·夸尔斯。格罗弗·戴尔·斯金斯。本尼·威林厄姆。以及里基·沃克曼。
Nothing I, or the Vice President, or the Governor, none of the speakers here today, nothing we say can fill the hole they leave in your hearts, or the absence that they leave in your lives. If any comfort can be found, it can, perhaps, be found by seeking the face of God -- who quiets our troubled minds, a God who mends our broken hearts, a God who eases our mourning souls. 无论是我、副总统、州长，还是今天在场的任何一位发言人，我们所说的一切，都无法填补他们在你们心中留下的空洞，或弥补他们在你们生活中留下的缺失。如果能找到任何慰藉，那或许只能在寻求上帝的容颜中找到——上帝抚平我们烦扰的心绪，上帝修补我们破碎的心灵，上帝抚慰我们哀伤的灵魂。
Even as we mourn 29 lives lost, we also remember 29 lives lived. Up at 4:30 a.m., 5:00 in the morning at the latest, they began their day, as they worked, in darkness. In coveralls and hard-toe boots, a hardhat over their heads, they would sit quietly for their hour-long journey, five miles into a mountain, the only light the lamp on their caps, or the glow from the mantrip they rode in. 在我们哀悼29条逝去的生命之时，我们也铭记29条曾经鲜活的生命。凌晨四点半，最晚五点，他们便开始了一天——在黑暗中工作。穿着工作服和防护靴，头戴安全帽，他们会静静地坐着，完成为时一小时的旅程，深入山体五英里，唯一的亮光来自头顶矿灯，或他们乘坐的井下人车发出的微光。
Day after day, they would burrow into the coal, the fruits of their labor, what so often we take for granted: the electricity that lights up a convention center; that lights up our church or our home, our school, our office; the energy that powers our country; the energy that powers the world. 日复一日，他们在煤层中开掘，他们劳动的果实，正是我们常常视为理所当然的东西：点亮会议中心的电力；点亮我们的教堂、家庭、学校、办公室的电力；驱动我们国家的能源；驱动世界的能源。
And most days they'd emerge from the dark mine, squinting at the light. Most days, they'd emerge, sweaty and dirty and dusted from coal. Most days, they'd come home. But not that day. 大多数日子里，他们会从漆黑的矿井中走出，眯眼望着光线。大多数日子里，他们出来时，汗流浃背，满身煤尘。大多数日子里，他们会回到家中。但那一天，他们没有。
These men -- these husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers sons, uncles, nephews -- they did not take on their job unaware of the perils. Some of them had already been injured; some of them had seen a friend get hurt. So they understood there were risks. And their families did, too. They knew their kids would say a prayer at night before they left. They knew their wives would wait for a call when their shift ended saying everything was okay. They knew their parents felt a pang of fear every time a breaking news alert came on, or the radio cut in. 这些人——这些丈夫、父亲、祖父、兄弟、儿子、叔伯、侄子——他们并非不知危险就承担了这份工作。他们中有些人曾经受伤；有些人目睹过朋友受伤。所以他们明白其中风险。他们的家人也明白。他们知道孩子们会在他们出门前的夜晚祈祷。他们知道妻子会在轮班结束时等待电话，确认一切平安。他们知道父母每次看到突发新闻提示，或广播插播时，都会心头一紧。
But they left for the mines anyway -- some, having waited all their lives to be miners; having longed to follow in the footsteps of their fathers and their grandfathers. And yet, none of them did it for themselves alone. 但他们依然走向矿井——有些人等了一辈子想要成为矿工；渴望追随父辈和祖父辈的脚步。然而，他们中没有一个人仅仅为自己而做。
All that hard work, all that hardship, all the time spent underground, it was all for the families. It was all for you. For a car in the driveway, a roof overhead. For a chance to give their kids opportunities that they would never know, and enjoy retirement with their spouses. It was all in the hopes of something better. And so these miners lived -- as they died -- in pursuit of the American Dream. 所有那些辛劳，所有那些艰辛，所有在地下度过的时光，都是为了家人。都是为了你们。为了车道上的一辆车，头顶上的一片瓦。为了给孩子们机会去经历他们未曾拥有的人生，为了与配偶安享退休时光。这一切都是抱着对更美好事物的希望。所以这些矿工活着——也死去——都是在追寻美国梦。
There, in the mines, for their families, they became a family themselves -- sharing birthdays, relaxing together, watching Mountaineers football or basketball together, spending days off together, hunting or fishing. They may not have always loved what they did, said a sister, but they loved doing it together. They loved doing it as a family. They loved doing it as a community. 在那里，在矿井中，为了家人，他们自己也成了一家人——一起庆祝生日，一起放松，一起看登山者队的橄榄球或篮球赛，一起度过休息日，一起打猎或钓鱼。一位姐姐说，他们未必总是热爱自己的工作，但他们热爱一起工作。他们热爱像一家人那样工作。他们热爱像一个社区那样工作。
That's a spirit that's reflected in a song that almost every American knows. But it's a song most people, I think, would be surprised was actually written by a coal miner's son about this town, Beckley, about the people of West Virginia. It's the song, Lean on Me -- an anthem of friendship, but also an anthem of community, of coming together. 这种精神，在一首几乎每个美国人都知道的歌中得到了体现。但我想，大多数人会惊讶地发现，这首歌其实是一位矿工之子所写，写的就是这个小镇贝克利，写的就是西弗吉尼亚州的人民。这首歌就是《依靠我》——一首友谊的颂歌，也是一首社区的颂歌，一首团结的颂歌。
That community was revealed for all to see in the minutes, and hours, and days after the tragedy. Rescuers, risking their own safety, scouring narrow tunnels saturated with methane and carbon monoxide, hoping against hope they might find a survivor. Friends keeping porch lights on in a nightly vigil; hanging up homemade signs that read, "Pray for our miners, and their families." Neighbors consoling each other, and supporting each other and leaning on one another. 在悲剧发生后的分分秒秒、时时刻刻、日日夜夜，那个社区展现给了所有人看。救援人员冒着自身安全的风险，搜寻充斥甲烷和一氧化碳的狭窄巷道，抱着一丝希望想要找到幸存者。朋友们在夜间守夜时点亮门廊的灯；挂起手写的标语，上面写着："为我们的矿工和他们家人祈祷。"邻居们互相安慰，互相扶持，彼此依靠。
I've seen it, the strength of that community. In the days that followed the disaster, emails and letters poured into the White House. Postmarked from different places across the country, they often began the same way: "I am proud to be from a family of miners." "I am the son of a coal miner." "I am proud to be a coal miner's daughter." 我亲眼见证了那个社区的力量。灾难发生后的日子里，电子邮件和信件如潮水般涌入白宫。它们盖着全国各地的邮戳，往往以同样的方式开头："我为来自矿工家庭而自豪。""我是矿工的儿子。""我为是矿工的女儿而自豪。"
They were always proud, and they asked me to keep our miners in my thoughts, in my prayers. Never forget, they say, miners keep America's lights on. And then in these letters, they make a simple plea: Don't let this happen again. Don't let this happen again. 他们总是充满自豪，他们请我将我们的矿工放在我的思念与祈祷中。他们说，永远不要忘记，是矿工点亮了美国的灯。然后在信中，他们提出了一个简单的恳求：不要让这样的事再发生。不要让这样的事再发生。
How can we fail them? How can a nation that relies on its miners not do everything in its power to protect them? How can we let anyone in this country put their lives at risk by simply showing up to work; by simply pursuing the American Dream? 我们怎能辜负他们？一个依靠矿工的国家，怎能不竭尽全力保护他们？我们怎能容许这个国家的任何人，仅仅因为去上班、仅仅因为追寻美国梦，就把生命置于危险之中？
We cannot bring back the 29 men we lost. They are with the Lord now. Our task, here on Earth, is to save lives from being lost in another such tragedy; to do what must do, individually and collectively, to assure safe conditions underground -- to treat our miners like they treat each other -- like a family. Because we are all family and we are all Americans. And we have to lean on one another, and look out for one another, and love one another, and pray for one another. 我们无法唤回失去的29条生命。他们如今与主同在。我们在世上的任务，是避免生命在另一场此类悲剧中逝去；去做我们必须做的事，无论是个体还是集体，确保井下的安全条件——像矿工们彼此相待那样对待他们——像一家人那样。因为我们都是一家人，我们都是美国人。我们必须相互依靠，相互关照，相互关爱，相互祈祷。
There's a psalm that comes to mind today -- a psalm that comes to mind, a psalm we often turn to in times of heartache: 今天，我想到一首诗篇——一首浮现在心头的诗篇，一首我们在心碎时刻常会诉诸的诗篇：
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 我虽然行过死荫的幽谷，也不怕遭害，因为你与我同在；你的杖，你的竿，都安慰我。
God bless our miners. God bless their families. God bless West Virginia. And God bless the United States of America. 愿上帝保佑我们的矿工。愿上帝保佑他们的家人。愿上帝保佑西弗吉尼亚州。愿上帝保佑美利坚合众国。