Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
natural Death » When averted for a season, is a motive to increased devotedness
Death cannot praise You.
Those who go down to the Pit
cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
and proclaim what the Lord has done.
we will play stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
at the house of the Lord.
Harp » A stringed instrument of music
Yes, to them you are like a singer of love songs who has a beautiful voice and plays skillfully on an instrument. They hear your words, but they don’t obey them.
we will play stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
at the house of the Lord.
He makes my feet like those of a deer
and enables me to walk on mountain heights!
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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?"
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 » Thank God publicly for recovery from
So he jumped up, stood, and started to walk, and he entered the temple complex with them—walking, leaping, and praising God.
we will play stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
at the house of the Lord.
Sickness » Saints » Ascribe recovery from, to God
we will play stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
at the house of the Lord.