Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou -- place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book? Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God is for me. In God I praise the word, In Jehovah I praise the word.

A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up. Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest -- Thou comfortest me, I also thank Thee with a vessel of psaltery, Thy truth, O my God, I sing to Thee with a harp, O Holy One of Israel, read more.
My lips cry aloud when I sing praise to Thee, And my soul that Thou hast redeemed,



Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.

but we ourselves in ourselves the sentence of the death have had, that we may not be trusting on ourselves, but on God, who is raising the dead,



Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.


From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where is thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.





Verily, verily, I say to you -- There cometh an hour, and it now is, when the dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God, and those having heard shall live;

knowing that He who did raise up the Lord Jesus, us also through Jesus shall raise up, and shall present with you,


Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.


For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also is vanity.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.

Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.


Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.

And we do not go back from Thee, Thou dost revive us, and in Thy name we call.

I charge thee, before God, who is making all things alive, and of Christ Jesus, who did testify before Pontius Pilate the right profession,

who is father of us all (according as it hath been written -- 'A father of many nations I have set thee,') before Him whom he did believe -- God, who is quickening the dead, and is calling the things that be not as being.


and if the Spirit of Him who did raise up Jesus out of the dead doth dwell in you, He who did raise up the Christ out of the dead shall quicken also your dying bodies, through His Spirit dwelling in you.



Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.


From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where is thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.





Verily, verily, I say to you -- There cometh an hour, and it now is, when the dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God, and those having heard shall live;

knowing that He who did raise up the Lord Jesus, us also through Jesus shall raise up, and shall present with you,


Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.


For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also is vanity.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.

Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.