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hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness: I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. read more.
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.' And Isaiah saith, 'Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.' And Hezekiah saith, 'What is the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!'
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.' And Isaiah saith, 'Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.' And Hezekiah saith, 'What is the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!'
Life » What man lives by
'And He doth humble thee, and cause thee to hunger and doth cause thee to eat the manna (which thou hast not known, even thy fathers have not known), in order to cause thee to know that not by bread alone doth man live, but by every produce of the mouth of Jehovah man doth live.
But he answering said, 'It hath been written, Not upon bread alone doth man live, but upon every word coming forth from the mouth of God.'
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. read more.
Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,
Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,
And Jesus answered him, saying, 'It hath been written, that, not on bread only shall man live, but on every saying of God.'
Lions » Strength of
An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
Lions » Illustrative » Of God in executing judgments
I do meet them as a bereaved bear, And I rend the enclosure of their heart.
For I am as a lion to Ephraim, And as a young lion to the house of Judah, I -- I tear and go, I bear away, and there is no deliverer.
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
Murmuring » Instances of » hezekiah
I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. read more.
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness: I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. read more.
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'