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hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
A composition by King Hezekiah of Judah, following his illness and recovery: I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!" I said, "I won't see the LORD in the land of the living; and I'll no longer observe human beings among the denizens of the grave. read more.
My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me. I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness. The living yes the living they thank you, just as I am doing today; fathers will tell their children about your faithfulness. The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on strings all the days of our lives in the LORD's Temple. Now Isaiah had said, "Let them prepare a poultice of figs and apply it to the boil, so that he may recover." Hezekiah also had asked, "What will be the sign for me to go up to the LORD's Temple?"
My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me. I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness. The living yes the living they thank you, just as I am doing today; fathers will tell their children about your faithfulness. The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on strings all the days of our lives in the LORD's Temple. Now Isaiah had said, "Let them prepare a poultice of figs and apply it to the boil, so that he may recover." Hezekiah also had asked, "What will be the sign for me to go up to the LORD's Temple?"
Life » What man lives by
He humbled you, causing you to be hungry, yet he fed you with manna that neither you nor your ancestors had known, in order to teach you that human beings are not to live by food alone instead human beings are to live by every word that proceeds from the mouth of the LORD.
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But he answered, "It is written, "One must not live on bread alone, but on every word coming out of the mouth of God.'"
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I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. read more.
"My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live!
"My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live!
Jesus answered him, "It is written, "One must not live on bread alone, but on every word of God.'"
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Lions » Strength of
The lion, mighty among the beasts, retreats before nothing.
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I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me.
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Indeed, a nation has invaded my land it is strong and its population is too large to count with teeth like a lion and fangs like a lioness.
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Lions » Illustrative » Of God in executing judgments
He is like a bear that lies in wait for me, a lion in hiding.
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I will confront them like a bear deprived of her cubs; I will tear open their ribs. I will devour them like a lion the wild beasts will rip them apart.
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Therefore I will be like a lion to Ephraim, and like a young lion to the house of Judah. I even I will tear them to pieces, and then I will leave. I will take them away, and there will be no rescue.
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I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me.
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Murmuring » Instances of » hezekiah
I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!" I said, "I won't see the LORD in the land of the living; and I'll no longer observe human beings among the denizens of the grave. My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me. read more.
I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.
I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
A composition by King Hezekiah of Judah, following his illness and recovery: I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!" I said, "I won't see the LORD in the land of the living; and I'll no longer observe human beings among the denizens of the grave. read more.
My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me. I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness. The living yes the living they thank you, just as I am doing today; fathers will tell their children about your faithfulness. The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on strings all the days of our lives in the LORD's Temple.
My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me. I've been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones day and night you make an end of me. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me! What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish. "My Lord is against them, yet they live, and among all of them who live is his spirit. Now you have restored me to health, so let me live! Yes, it was for my own good that I suffered extreme anguish. But in love you have held back my life from the Pit in which it has been confined; you have tossed all my sins behind your back. For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness. The living yes the living they thank you, just as I am doing today; fathers will tell their children about your faithfulness. The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on strings all the days of our lives in the LORD's Temple.