Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




The wicked triumph only briefly; the joy of the godless is momentary.

Whenever I wanted something I had seen, I never refused that desire. Instead, I enjoyed everything I did, and this became the reward in what I had undertaken.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards, in the vineyards people will sing no songs, and no cheers are raised. No vintner treads out wine in the presses, because I've put an end to the shouting.

Be miserable, mourn, and cry. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.


I told myself, "I will test you with pleasure, so enjoy yourself." But this was pointless.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.


I told myself, "I will test you with pleasure, so enjoy yourself." But this was pointless.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.



Sorrow is better than laughter, because the heart is made better through trouble.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Be miserable, mourn, and cry. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.

How terrible it will be for you who are full now, because you will be hungry! How terrible it will be for you who are laughing now, because you will mourn and cry!

"Senseless," said I concerning laughter and pleasure, "How practical is this?"



The wicked triumph only briefly; the joy of the godless is momentary.

Whenever I wanted something I had seen, I never refused that desire. Instead, I enjoyed everything I did, and this became the reward in what I had undertaken.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards, in the vineyards people will sing no songs, and no cheers are raised. No vintner treads out wine in the presses, because I've put an end to the shouting.

Be miserable, mourn, and cry. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.



The wicked triumph only briefly; the joy of the godless is momentary.

Whenever I wanted something I had seen, I never refused that desire. Instead, I enjoyed everything I did, and this became the reward in what I had undertaken.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards, in the vineyards people will sing no songs, and no cheers are raised. No vintner treads out wine in the presses, because I've put an end to the shouting.

Be miserable, mourn, and cry. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.

Stupidity is the delight of the senseless, but an understanding man walks uprightly.

Even if a person lives many years, let him enjoy them all, recalling that there will be many days of darkness to come all of which are pointless. So enjoy yourself in your youth, young man, and be encouraged during your younger days. Live as you like, consistent with your world view, but keep in mind that God will bring you to account for everything.


The wicked triumph only briefly; the joy of the godless is momentary.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.


It is better to listen to a wise person's rebuke than to listen to the praise of fools. For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.



The wicked triumph only briefly; the joy of the godless is momentary.

Whenever I wanted something I had seen, I never refused that desire. Instead, I enjoyed everything I did, and this became the reward in what I had undertaken.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards, in the vineyards people will sing no songs, and no cheers are raised. No vintner treads out wine in the presses, because I've put an end to the shouting.

Be miserable, mourn, and cry. Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.


They surrounded me like bees; but they will be extinguished like burning thorns. In the name of the LORD I will defeat them.

For as thorns burn to heat a pot, so also is the laughter of the fool even this is pointless.

Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning thorns whether green or ablaze wrath will sweep them away like a storm.