Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Birds » Have each their peculiar note or song
By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And one riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
Birds » The singing of
By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And one riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
Birds » God provides for
look to the fowls of the heaven, for they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into storehouses, and your heavenly Father doth nourish them; are not ye much better than they?
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, read more.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
the life is more than the nourishment, and the body than the clothing. 'Consider the ravens, that they sow not, nor reap, to which there is no barn nor storehouse, and God doth nourish them; how much better are ye than the fowls?
Birds » Songs of, at the break of day
By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And one riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
Fountains and springs » Afford » Refreshment to the birds
By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
Satisfaction » What is satisfied with the fruit of the lord
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, read more.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice. Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice. Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.