Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Whatever my eyes desired, I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor, and this was my portion from all my labor.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.


I said in my heart, "Come now, I will test you with mirth: therefore enjoy pleasure;" and behold, this also was vanity.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.


I said in my heart, "Come now, I will test you with mirth: therefore enjoy pleasure;" and behold, this also was vanity.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.



Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the face the heart is made good.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.

Woe to you, you who are full now, for you will be hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep.

I said of laughter, "It is foolishness;" and of mirth, "What does it accomplish?"



that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Whatever my eyes desired, I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor, and this was my portion from all my labor.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.



that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Whatever my eyes desired, I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor, and this was my portion from all my labor.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.

Folly is joy to one who is void of wisdom, but a man of understanding keeps his way straight.

Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity. Rejoice, young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.


that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.


It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools. For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.



that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Whatever my eyes desired, I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor, and this was my portion from all my labor.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.


They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of the LORD I cut them off.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.