Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh - how long?


My Lord! how long wilt thou look on? Bring back my soul out of their raging, from among lions, my solitary self.

How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?

O Yahweh, God of hosts! How long hast thou been wroth with the prayer of thy people?

How long, O Yahweh, Wilt thou hide thyself utterly? Shall thine indignation, burn like fire?

Return, Yahweh, oh how long? And have compassion upon thy servants;

How long shall the lawless, O Yahweh, How long shall the lawless exult?

How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?

Then the messenger of Yahweh responded, and said, O Yahweh of hosts! How long wilt, thou, not have compassion upon Jerusalem, and the cities of Judah, - against which thou hast had indignation these seventy years?


Yahweh, out of the heavens, looked down over the sons of men, - to see whether there was one that showed wisdom, enquiring after God: - The whole, have turned aside, Together have they become tainted, - There is none that doeth good, not so much as, one! Are all the workers of iniquity, without knowledge? devouring my people as they devour food! Upon Yahweh, have they not called.

Do not drag me away - with the lawless, or with the workers of iniquity, - who speak peaceably with their neighbours, but, wrong, is in their heart. Give them, according to their deed, and, according to the wrong of their practices, - According to the work of their own hands, give thou unto them, Bring back their own dealing to themselves. Because they heed not The Deeds of Yahweh, or the Work of his hands, he will pull them down, and not build them.

For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered - all the workers of iniquity;

How long shall the lawless, O Yahweh, How long shall the lawless exult? They pour forth words , they speak arrogantly, All the workers of iniquity, do boast: Thy people, O Yahweh, they will crush, And, thine inheritance, tread down; read more.
The widow and sojourner, they will slay, And, the fatherless, murder. Yet have they said - Yah, doth not see, The God of Jacob, doth not understand.

A refuge for the blameless, is the path of Yahweh, but, destruction, awaiteth the workers of iniquity.



Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh - how long?


My Lord! how long wilt thou look on? Bring back my soul out of their raging, from among lions, my solitary self.

How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?

O Yahweh, God of hosts! How long hast thou been wroth with the prayer of thy people?

How long, O Yahweh, Wilt thou hide thyself utterly? Shall thine indignation, burn like fire?

Return, Yahweh, oh how long? And have compassion upon thy servants;

How long shall the lawless, O Yahweh, How long shall the lawless exult?

How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?

Then the messenger of Yahweh responded, and said, O Yahweh of hosts! How long wilt, thou, not have compassion upon Jerusalem, and the cities of Judah, - against which thou hast had indignation these seventy years?