Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.

Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people are we all. Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation. Our holy and our beautiful house, Where praise Thee did our fathers, Hath become burnt with fire, And all our desirable things have become a waste. read more.
For these dost Thou refrain Thyself, Jehovah? Thou art silent, and dost afflict us very sore!'