Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Comfort » God as the giver of
but He who is comforting the cast-down -- God -- He did comfort us in the presence of Titus;
And thou hast said in that day: 'I thank thee, O Jehovah, Though Thou hast been angry with me, Turn back doth Thine anger, And Thou dost comfort me.
Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest -- Thou comfortest me,
Do with me a sign for good, And those hating me see and are ashamed, For Thou, O Jehovah, hast helped me, Yea, Thou hast comforted me!
For Jehovah hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her wastes, And He setteth her wilderness as Eden, And her desert as a garden of Jehovah, Joy, yea, gladness is found in her, Confession, and the voice of song.
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
As one whom his mother comforteth, so do I comfort you, Yea, in Jerusalem ye are comforted.
Blessed is God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of the mercies, and God of all comfort,
God's Promises » Of comfort » God as the giver of
but He who is comforting the cast-down -- God -- He did comfort us in the presence of Titus;
And thou hast said in that day: 'I thank thee, O Jehovah, Though Thou hast been angry with me, Turn back doth Thine anger, And Thou dost comfort me.
Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest -- Thou comfortest me,
Do with me a sign for good, And those hating me see and are ashamed, For Thou, O Jehovah, hast helped me, Yea, Thou hast comforted me!
For Jehovah hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her wastes, And He setteth her wilderness as Eden, And her desert as a garden of Jehovah, Joy, yea, gladness is found in her, Confession, and the voice of song.
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
As one whom his mother comforteth, so do I comfort you, Yea, in Jerusalem ye are comforted.
Blessed is God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of the mercies, and God of all comfort,
Jews, the » National character of » Cowardly
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
And Pharaoh hath drawn near, and the sons of Israel lift up their eyes, and lo, the Egyptians are journeying after them, and they fear exceedingly, and the sons of Israel cry unto Jehovah.
and why is Jehovah bringing us in unto this land to fall by the sword? our wives and our infants are become a prey; is it not good for us to turn back to Egypt?'
Man » A social being » As grass
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth. In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
Mortality » Of man » Man compared to withering grass
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth. In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
War » Figurative » Encouraged in
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Thou dost not rejoice over me, O mine enemy, When I have fallen, I have risen, When I sit in darkness Jehovah is a light to me.
Ye -- of God ye are, little children, and ye have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you, than he who is in the world.
Lo, all those displeased with thee, They are ashamed and blush, They are as nothing, yea, perish Do the men who strive with thee. Thou seekest them, and findest them not, The men who debate with thee, They are as nothing, yea, as nothing, The men who war with thee.
Warfare of saints » Saints » Encouraged in
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Thou dost not rejoice over me, O mine enemy, When I have fallen, I have risen, When I sit in darkness Jehovah is a light to me.
Ye -- of God ye are, little children, and ye have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you, than he who is in the world.
Lo, all those displeased with thee, They are ashamed and blush, They are as nothing, yea, perish Do the men who strive with thee.