Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Birds » Used as sacrifices » Swallows
knows her seasons.
The turtledove, swallow, and crane
are aware of their migration,
but My people do not know
the requirements of the Lord.
and a swallow, a nest for herself
where she places her young—
near Your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Birds » Clean » Crane
knows her seasons.
The turtledove, swallow, and crane
are aware of their migration,
but My people do not know
the requirements of the Lord.
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Birds » Clean » Swallow
and a swallow, a nest for herself
where she places her young—
near Your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Crane » An amphibious bird
knows her seasons.
The turtledove, swallow, and crane
are aware of their migration,
but My people do not know
the requirements of the Lord.
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Doves » Illustrative » Of mourners
and moan like doves.
We hope for justice, but there is none;
for salvation, but it is far from us.
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
A poem by Hezekiah king of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness: I said: In the prime of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years. I said: I will never see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longer with the inhabitants of what is passing away. read more.
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night. I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness. The living, only the living can thank You, as I do today; a father will make Your faithfulness known to children. The Lord will save me; we will play stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the house of the Lord. Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a lump of figs and apply it to his infected skin, so that he may recover." And Hezekiah had asked, "What is the sign that I will go up to the Lord's temple?"
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night. I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness. The living, only the living can thank You, as I do today; a father will make Your faithfulness known to children. The Lord will save me; we will play stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the house of the Lord. Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a lump of figs and apply it to his infected skin, so that he may recover." And Hezekiah had asked, "What is the sign that I will go up to the Lord's temple?"
Life » What man lives by
He humbled you by letting you go hungry; then He gave you manna to eat, which you and your fathers had not known, so that you might learn that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.
Verse Concepts
But He answered, “It is written:
Man must not live on bread alone
but on every word that comes
from the mouth of God.”
I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, read more.
Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live.
Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live.
But Jesus answered him, “It is written: Man must not live on bread alone.”
Murmuring » Instances of » hezekiah
I said: In the prime of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years. I said: I will never see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longer with the inhabitants of what is passing away. My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night. read more.
I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
Oppression » Prayers against
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
and I will keep Your precepts.
and forget our affliction and oppression?
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
A poem by Hezekiah king of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness: I said: In the prime of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years. I said: I will never see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longer with the inhabitants of what is passing away. read more.
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night. I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness. The living, only the living can thank You, as I do today; a father will make Your faithfulness known to children. The Lord will save me; we will play stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the house of the Lord.
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night. I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion; You make an end of me day and night. I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul, Lord, because of these [promises] people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well; You have restored me to health and let me live. Indeed, it was for [my own] welfare that I had such great bitterness; but Your love [has delivered] me from the Pit of destruction, for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back. For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness. The living, only the living can thank You, as I do today; a father will make Your faithfulness known to children. The Lord will save me; we will play stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the house of the Lord.
Sickness » Saints » Mourn under, with prayer
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Swallow » Chattering of, figurative of the mourning of the afflicted
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.