Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Chosen Instruments » Names of » Organs
His brother's name was Jubal, who was the father of all who handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with tambourine and dancing! Praise him with stringed instruments and flute!
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Harp » In mourning
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Music » Names of » Organs
His brother's name was Jubal, who was the father of all who handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with tambourine and dancing! Praise him with stringed instruments and flute!
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Music » Instruments of » Organ, probably composed of pipes furnishing a number of notes
His brother's name was Jubal, who was the father of all who handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with tambourine and dancing! Praise him with stringed instruments and flute!
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Musical instruments » Names of » Organs
His brother's name was Jubal, who was the father of all who handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with tambourine and dancing! Praise him with stringed instruments and flute!
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Tears » Of solicitude over sinners » Of disappointment and grief
You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
Immediately the father of the child cried out with tears, "I believe. Help my unbelief!"
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"