Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
natural Death » When averted for a season, is a motive to increased devotedness
For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of Jehovah.
For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
Harp » A stringed instrument of music
And lo, you are to them as a singer of love songs with a beautiful voice, and able to play well on an instrument; for they hear your words, but they do not do them.
For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
Jehovah the Lord is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years. I said, I shall not see Jah, Jehovah, in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more with the people of the world. read more.
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me. I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me. Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me. What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit; so You will recover me, and make me to live. Behold, I had great bitterness for peace; but You loved my soul from the pit of destruction. You have cast all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the sons. For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah. For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live. And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me. I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me. Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me. What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit; so You will recover me, and make me to live. Behold, I had great bitterness for peace; but You loved my soul from the pit of destruction. You have cast all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the sons. For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah. For Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the ulcer; and he will live. And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years. I said, I shall not see Jah, Jehovah, in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more with the people of the world. read more.
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me. I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me. Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me. What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit; so You will recover me, and make me to live. Behold, I had great bitterness for peace; but You loved my soul from the pit of destruction. You have cast all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the sons. For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me. I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me. Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me. What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit; so You will recover me, and make me to live. Behold, I had great bitterness for peace; but You loved my soul from the pit of destruction. You have cast all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the sons. For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
Sickness » Saints » Thank God publicly for recovery from
And leaping up, he stood and walked and entered with them into the temple, walking and leaping and praising God.
For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
Sickness » Saints » Ascribe recovery from, to God
For Jehovah is for my salvation; and we will sing my songs on the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.