Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.

But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family; And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth. His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me. read more.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks. GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong. At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark: His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall: He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man. Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled - in the dust - my horn: My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: -

Thou didst let men ride at our head; We went into fire and into water, But thou didst bring us forth into freedom.

For thou hast cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and, a flood, enveloped me, - All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, passed.




Laying open deep things, out of darkness, and bringing out to light, the death-shade:

My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: -

That thou shouldst have crushed us down in the place of wild dogs, And covered us over with a deadly shadow.

The people that was sitting in darkness, a great light, beheld, - and, on them who were sitting in land and shade of death, Light rose on them.


My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: -


Thou hast fed them with the food of tears, And hast caused them to drink the water of weeping in threefold abundance.


I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

Thus is attuned to mourning - my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

For, ashes - like bread, have I eaten, And, my drink - with my tears, have I mingled;

My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: -

Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, And, unto my cry for help, give ear, At my tears, do not be silent, - For, a sojourner, am, I, with thee, A stranger, like all my fathers.

My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?