Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.


Men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I would not let them help dogs guard sheep. They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me. Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night. read more.
They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food. They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves. They have to live in dry riverbeds (the clefts of the valleys) (wadis), in holes in the ground, and among rocks. They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes. Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips. Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them. Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.


He will give you a warrior's sharpened arrows and red-hot coals.

They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.

Elijah walked a whole day into the wilderness. He stopped and sat down under a broom plant and wished he would die. It is just too much, Jehovah, he prayed. Take away my life. I could just as well be dead. Stretching himself on the earth, he went to sleep under the broom-plant. An angel touched him and said: Get up and eat some food.


They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.


Men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I would not let them help dogs guard sheep. They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me. Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night. read more.
They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food. They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves. They have to live in dry riverbeds (the clefts of the valleys) (wadis), in holes in the ground, and among rocks. They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes. Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips. Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them. Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.

You are smearing me with lies. As doctors you are worthless, all of you! If only you would be altogether silent! For you, that would be wisdom. Hear my argument. Listen to the plea of my lips. read more.
Will you speak wickedly on God's behalf? Will you speak deceitfully for him? Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God? Would it turn out well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you might deceive men? He would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality. Would not his excellence terrify you? Would not the dread of him fall on you? Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay. Keep silent and let me speak! Then let come to me what may.

JOB ANSWERED: I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters! Is there no limit to windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer? read more.
I too could speak like you, if I were in your place. I could compose words against you. And I would shake my head at you.

Mockers surrounded me. My eye dwells on their provocation.

JOB REPLIED: How long will you torment me and depress me with words? You have insulted me ten times now. You are not even ashamed of hurting me. read more.
Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me. If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me,