Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.


For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him. But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance. When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.


Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.


Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me. They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. read more.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant. Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords.


They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.




Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me. They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. read more.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

For my love they oppose me, and I -- prayer! And they set against me evil for good, And hatred for my love.


And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite -- and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;

And all the land are weeping -- a great voice, and all the people are passing over; and the king is passing over through the brook Kidron, and all the people are passing over on the front of the way of the wilderness;


and many of the Jews had come unto Martha and Mary, that they might comfort them concerning their brother;


And there was following him a great multitude of the people, and of women, who also were beating themselves and lamenting him,

As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.


And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite -- and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;

And all the land are weeping -- a great voice, and all the people are passing over; and the king is passing over through the brook Kidron, and all the people are passing over on the front of the way of the wilderness;


and many of the Jews had come unto Martha and Mary, that they might comfort them concerning their brother;


And there was following him a great multitude of the people, and of women, who also were beating themselves and lamenting him,

As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.