Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, - And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush. Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!


Whose fan is in his hand, and he will clear out his threshing-floor, - and will gather his wheat into the granary, but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.

They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.

Not so, the lawless, - but as chaff which is driven about by the wind:

Let them be as chaff before the wind, with, the messenger of Yahweh, pressing them on:

Therefore, As a tongue of fire, eateth up straw, And a flame reduceth, dry grass, to powder, Their root, like rottenness, shall become, And their blossom, like dust shall ascend, - Because they refused the law of Yahweh of hosts, And the utterance of the Holy One of Israel, they despised.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

Then were broken in pieces at once, the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold, and became like chaff out of the summer threshing-floors, and the wind, carried them away, and, no place, was found for them, - but, the stone that smote the image, became a mighty rock, and filled all the land.

Therefore, shall they become like the morning cloud, and like the dew early departing, - like chaff storm-driven out of the threshing-floor, and like smoke out of a chimney.

whose fan is in his hand, to clear out his threshing-floor, and to gather the wheat into his granary; but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.


Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Lo calamity! going forth from nation to nation, - And a great tempest, shall bestirred up, out of the remote parts of the earth.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

When cometh as a crashing your dread, and, your calamity, as a storm-wind, overtaketh, when there come upon you, distress and anguish.


Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they haft been chaff, carrieth them away.

Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, Even a tempest whirling along: On the head of the lawless, shall it hurl itself down.

Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, A tempest rolling itself upward, - Upon the head of the lawless ones, shall it hurl itself down!


now therefore, lo! the Lord is about to bring up against them the waters, strong and many, of the River, even the king of Assyria and all his glory, - and he shall rise over all his channels, and flow over all his banks;

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!


Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Lo calamity! going forth from nation to nation, - And a great tempest, shall bestirred up, out of the remote parts of the earth.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

When cometh as a crashing your dread, and, your calamity, as a storm-wind, overtaketh, when there come upon you, distress and anguish.


Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they haft been chaff, carrieth them away.

Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, Even a tempest whirling along: On the head of the lawless, shall it hurl itself down.

Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, A tempest rolling itself upward, - Upon the head of the lawless ones, shall it hurl itself down!


Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

When cometh as a crashing your dread, and, your calamity, as a storm-wind, overtaketh, when there come upon you, distress and anguish.

Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they haft been chaff, carrieth them away.

Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, A tempest rolling itself upward, - Upon the head of the lawless ones, shall it hurl itself down!

Before your kettles can perceive the kindled bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.

Thou shalt fan them and, a wind, shall carry them away, And, a whirlwind, scatter, them, - But, thou, shalt exult in Yahweh, And, in the Holy One of Israel, shalt thou boast thyself.


Whose fan is in his hand, and he will clear out his threshing-floor, - and will gather his wheat into the granary, but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.

They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.

Not so, the lawless, - but as chaff which is driven about by the wind:

Therefore, As a tongue of fire, eateth up straw, And a flame reduceth, dry grass, to powder, Their root, like rottenness, shall become, And their blossom, like dust shall ascend, - Because they refused the law of Yahweh of hosts, And the utterance of the Holy One of Israel, they despised.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

Therefore, shall they become like the morning cloud, and like the dew early departing, - like chaff storm-driven out of the threshing-floor, and like smoke out of a chimney.