Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



The chariots of God are myriads, thousands of changes, The Lord is among them, in Sinai, in the sanctuary.

And Elisha prayeth, and saith, 'Jehovah, open, I pray Thee, his eyes, and he doth see;' and Jehovah openeth the eyes of the young man, and he seeth, and lo, the hill is full of horses and chariots of fire, round about Elisha.

and they had breastplates as breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings is as the noise of chariots of many horses running to battle;

Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,


Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers is Thine anger? Against the sea is Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation?


O God, in holiness is Thy way, Who is a great god like God? Thou art the God doing wonders. Thou hast made known among the peoples Thy strength, Thou hast redeemed with strength Thy people, The sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah. read more.
The waters have seen Thee, O God, The waters have seen Thee, They are afraid -- also depths are troubled. Poured out waters have thick clouds, The skies have given forth a noise, Also -- Thine arrows go up and down. The voice of Thy thunder is in the spheres, Lightnings have lightened the world, The earth hath trembled, yea, it shaketh. In the sea is Thy way, And Thy paths are in many waters, And Thy tracks have not been known. Thou hast led as a flock Thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron!

God from Teman doth come, The Holy One from mount Paran. Pause! Covered the heavens hath His majesty, And His praise hath filled the earth. And the brightness is as the light, He hath rays out of His hand, And there -- the hiding of His strength. Before Him goeth pestilence, And a burning flame goeth forth at His feet. read more.
He hath stood, and He measureth earth, He hath seen, and He shaketh off nations, And scatter themselves do mountains of antiquity, Bowed have the hills of old, The ways of old are His. Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Tremble do curtains of the land of Midian. Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers is Thine anger? Against the sea is Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation? Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, 'Pause!' With rivers Thou dost cleave the earth. Seen thee -- pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up. Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear. In indignation Thou dost tread earth, In anger Thou dost thresh nations.


Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers is Thine anger? Against the sea is Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation?