Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'



The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'






The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

The way of the slothful is as a hedge of briers, And the path of the upright is raised up.


Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart. And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down. And I see -- I -- I do set my heart, I have seen -- I have received instruction, read more.
A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down. And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!

Poor is he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich. Whoso is gathering in summer is a wise son, Whoso is sleeping in harvest is a son causing shame.

The desire of the slothful slayeth him, For his hands have refused to work. All the day desiring he hath desired, And the righteous giveth and withholdeth not.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.' The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed. The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth. read more.
Wiser is the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven men returning a reason.


I do meet them as a bereaved bear, And I rend the enclosure of their heart.

Lo, as a lion he cometh up, Because of the rising of the Jordan, Unto the enduring habitation, But I cause to rest, I cause him to run from off her, And who is chosen? concerning her I lay a charge, For who is like Me? and who conveneth Me? And who is this shepherd who standeth before Me?

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

Lo, as a lion he cometh up, Because of the rising of the Jordan, Unto the enduring habitation, But I cause to rest, I cause them to run from off her. And who is chosen? on her I lay a charge, For who is like Me? And who doth convene Me? And who is this shepherd who standeth before Me?

The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.

Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

Against him roar do young lions, They have given forth their voice, And make his land become a desolation, His cities have been burnt without inhabitant.


The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'