Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Garments » Of the rich » Often moth-eaten
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
Insects » Locusts » Moths
'Treasure not up to yourselves treasures on the earth, where moth and rust disfigure, and where thieves break through and steal,
Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
Lo, the Lord Jehovah giveth help to me, Who is he that declareth me wicked? Lo, all of them as a garment wear out, A moth doth eat them.
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
Moth » Destructive of garments
Lo, the Lord Jehovah giveth help to me, Who is he that declareth me wicked? Lo, all of them as a garment wear out, A moth doth eat them.
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
For as a garment eat them doth a moth, And as wool eat them doth a worm, And My righteousness is to the age, And My salvation to all generations.
Moths » Illustrative » (garments eaten by,) of those who have suffered severe judgments
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Reasoning » With God
Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears. Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous. Who is he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp. read more.
Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden. Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me. And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me. How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know. Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee? A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue? For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print, And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden. Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me. And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me. How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know. Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee? A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue? For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print, And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.