Thematic Bible: Defile
Thematic Bible
national Sins » Defile » The land
Therefore hath the land become unclean, and I have visited the iniquity thereof upon it, - and the land hath vomited her inhabitants.
Verse Concepts
So shall ye not pollute the land wherein ye are, for blood, doth pollute the land, and for the land, no propitiatory-covering can be made, as touching blood, that is shed therein, save with the blood of him that shed it; thou must not then make unclean the land wherein, ye, are dwelling, in the midst of which, I, have my habitation; for, I, - Yahweh, am making my habitation in the midst of the sons of Israel.
national Sins » Defile » The people
Do not make yourselves unclean in any of these things, - For in all these things, have the nations made themselves unclean, whom, I, am sending out from before you.
Verse Concepts
That the house of Israel may no more go astray from following me, And no more defile themselves by any of their transgressions, - But may become my people, and I, may become their God, Declareth My Lord Yahweh.
Verse Concepts
national Sins » Defile » National worship
Hear the word of Yahweh, ye rulers of Sodom, - Give ear to the instruction of our God, ye people of Gomorrah: - Of what use to me, is your multitude of sacrifices: Saith Yahweh: I am sated with ascending-offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts, - In the blood of bulls and young rams and he-goats, have I no pleasure. When ye enter to see my face, Who hath required this at your hand trampling my courts? read more.
Ye shall not again bring in an empty, present, Incense, an abomination, is that unto me! New moon, and sabbath calling an assembly - I cannot endure, iniquity and sacred festival! Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul, hateth, - They have become unto me a burden I am too weary to bear: Even when ye spread forth your open palms, I hide mine eyes from you; Yea, though ye multiply prayers, I am not hearkening, - Your hands, with deeds of blood, are filled.
Ye shall not again bring in an empty, present, Incense, an abomination, is that unto me! New moon, and sabbath calling an assembly - I cannot endure, iniquity and sacred festival! Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul, hateth, - They have become unto me a burden I am too weary to bear: Even when ye spread forth your open palms, I hide mine eyes from you; Yea, though ye multiply prayers, I am not hearkening, - Your hands, with deeds of blood, are filled.
I hate, I despise your festivals, - and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts. Nay, though ye cause to ascend unto me ascending-sacrifices, and your meal-offerings, I will not accept them , - nor, the peace-offering of your fat heifers, will I regard.