Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.


Go up into Gilead and take balm, O virgin, the daughter of Egypt. In vain shall you use many medicines, for you shall not be cured.

The stripes of a wound cleanses away evil, and strokes the inward parts of the belly.

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.


There is none to plead your cause; for your ulcer there are no healing medicines for you.


And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.

And it shall become small dust in all the land of Egypt, and shall be a boil breaking forth with sores upon man and upon beast, throughout all the land of Egypt.

And when the flesh has a boil in his skin, and it has healed,


And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.


And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.


The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years. I said, I shall not see Jah, Jehovah, in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more with the people of the world. read more.
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me. I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me. Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me. What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit; so You will recover me, and make me to live. Behold, I had great bitterness for peace; but You loved my soul from the pit of destruction. You have cast all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the sons. For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah. For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live. And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?


For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live.