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hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and then recovered from his sickness: I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years! I said - I shall not see Yah, Yah, in the land of the living, I shall discern the son of earth no longer, with the dwellers in the quiet land. read more.
My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me. I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I do this day, - A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness. Yahweh, was willing to save me, - Therefore, on my stringed instruments, will we play - All the days of our life By the house of Yahweh. And Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and let them press it over the boil, that he may recover. And Hezekiah had said - What is the sign - that I shall go up unto the house of Yahweh?
My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me. I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I do this day, - A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness. Yahweh, was willing to save me, - Therefore, on my stringed instruments, will we play - All the days of our life By the house of Yahweh. And Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and let them press it over the boil, that he may recover. And Hezekiah had said - What is the sign - that I shall go up unto the house of Yahweh?
Life » What man lives by
So he humbled thee, and suffered thee to hunger, and fed thee with manna which thou hadst not known, neither had thy fathers' known, - that he might lead thee to consider that not on bread alone, shall the son of earth live, but on whatsoever cometh from the bidding of Yahweh, shall the son of earth live.
But, he, answering, said, It is written, - Not on bread alone, shall man live, but on every declaration coming forth through the mouth of God.
I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, read more.
O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live.
O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live.
And Jesus made answer unto him - It is written: Not, on bread alone, shall, man, live.
Lions » Strength of
The lion, hero among beasts, which turneth aside from the face of no one;
I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me!
For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, - his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
Lions » Illustrative » Of God in executing judgments
I will fall upon them as a bear bereaved, and will read asunder the enclosure of their heart, - that I may devour them there, like a lioness, the wild beast of the field, shall tear them in pieces.
For, I, will be as a lion unto Ephraim, and as a young lion to the house of Judah, - I, I, will tear in pieces, and depart, I will carry off, and none be able to rescue.
I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me!
Murmuring » Instances of » hezekiah
I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years! I said - I shall not see Yah, Yah, in the land of the living, I shall discern the son of earth no longer, with the dwellers in the quiet land. My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me. read more.
I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness.
I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness.
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and then recovered from his sickness: I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years! I said - I shall not see Yah, Yah, in the land of the living, I shall discern the son of earth no longer, with the dwellers in the quiet land. read more.
My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me. I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I do this day, - A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness. Yahweh, was willing to save me, - Therefore, on my stringed instruments, will we play - All the days of our life By the house of Yahweh.
My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me. I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety! What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years. Because of the bitterness of my soul, O My Lord! on those things do men live, - And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me and made me live. Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins. For, hades, cannot praise thee Nor, death, celebrate thee, - They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I do this day, - A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness. Yahweh, was willing to save me, - Therefore, on my stringed instruments, will we play - All the days of our life By the house of Yahweh.