Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,


For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,


a stranger I was, and ye did not receive me; naked, and ye put not around me; infirm, and in prison, and ye did not look after me.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,



The weak ye have not strengthened, And the sick one ye have not healed, And the broken ye have not bound up, And the driven away have not brought back, And the lost ye have not sought, And with might ye have ruled them and with rigour.

For lo, I am raising up a shepherd in the land, The cut off he doth not inspect, The shaken off he doth not seek, And the broken he doth not heal, The standing he doth not sustain, And the flesh of the fat he doth eat, And their hoofs he doth break off.

and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores, and desiring to be filled from the crumbs that are falling from the table of the rich man; yea, also the dogs, coming, were licking his sores.


a stranger I was, and ye did not receive me; naked, and ye put not around me; infirm, and in prison, and ye did not look after me.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,



The weak ye have not strengthened, And the sick one ye have not healed, And the broken ye have not bound up, And the driven away have not brought back, And the lost ye have not sought, And with might ye have ruled them and with rigour.

For lo, I am raising up a shepherd in the land, The cut off he doth not inspect, The shaken off he doth not seek, And the broken he doth not heal, The standing he doth not sustain, And the flesh of the fat he doth eat, And their hoofs he doth break off.

and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores, and desiring to be filled from the crumbs that are falling from the table of the rich man; yea, also the dogs, coming, were licking his sores.