Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Gates » The open square of, a place for idlers
And two of the messengers come towards Sodom at even, and Lot is sitting at the gate of Sodom, and Lot seeth, and riseth to meet them, and boweth himself -- face to the earth,
And it cometh to pass, at his mentioning the ark of God, that he falleth from off the throne backward, by the side of the gate, and his neck is broken, and he dieth, for the man is old and heavy, and he hath judged Israel forty years.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:
Thus said Jehovah unto me: 'Go, and thou hast stood in the gate of the sons of the people, by which kings of Judah come in, and by which they go out, and in all gates of Jerusalem, and thou hast said unto them: Hear a word of Jehovah, ye kings of Judah, and all Judah, and all inhabitants of Jerusalem, who are coming in by these gates,
Music » Songs » Idle
Who are taking part according to the psaltery, Like David they invented for themselves instruments of music;
And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head -- baldness, And made it as a mourning of an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
Scorning and mocking » Drunkards addicted to
A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves with the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
Singing » Songs » Idle
Who are taking part according to the psaltery, Like David they invented for themselves instruments of music;
And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head -- baldness, And made it as a mourning of an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
Songs » Idle
Who are taking part according to the psaltery, Like David they invented for themselves instruments of music;
And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head -- baldness, And made it as a mourning of an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.