Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Then Isaiah said, “Take a cake of figs.” And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”


Go up to Gilead and obtain balm,
O virgin daughter of Egypt!
In vain have you multiplied remedies;
There is no healing for you.

Stripes that wound scour away evil,
And strokes reach the innermost parts.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”


‘There is no one to plead your cause;
No healing for your sore,
No recovery for you.


Then Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.

Then Isaiah said, “Take a cake of figs.” And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”

It will become fine dust over all the land of Egypt, and will become boils breaking out with sores on man and beast through all the land of Egypt.”

“When the body has a boil on its skin and it is healed,


Then Isaiah said, “Take a cake of figs.” And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”


Then Isaiah said, “Take a cake of figs.” And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”


A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery: I said, "In the middle of my life I am to enter the gates of Sheol; I am to be deprived of the rest of my years." I said, "I will not see the LORD, The LORD in the land of the living; I will look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world. read more.
"Like a shepherd's tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me. "I composed my soul until morning. Like a lion--so He breaks all my bones, From day until night You make an end of me. "Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter; I moan like a dove; My eyes look wistfully to the heights; O Lord, I am oppressed, be my security. "What shall I say? For He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it; I will wander about all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. "O Lord, by these things men live, And in all these is the life of my spirit; O restore me to health and let me live! "Lo, for my own welfare I had great bitterness; It is You who has kept my soul from the pit of nothingness, For You have cast 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. "It is the living who give thanks to You, as I do today; A father tells his sons about Your faithfulness. "The LORD will surely save me; So we will play my songs on stringed instruments All the days of our life at the house of the LORD." Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover." Then Hezekiah had said, "What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the LORD?"


Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”