Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,

For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So is the laughter of a fool, even this is vanity.

And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;



Better is sorrow than laughter, For by the sadness of the face the heart becometh better.

For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So is the laughter of a fool, even this is vanity.

be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;

Woe to you who have been filled -- because ye shall hunger. 'Woe to you who are laughing now -- because ye shall mourn and weep.

Of laughter I said, 'Foolish!' and of mirth, 'What is this it is doing?'



That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,

For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So is the laughter of a fool, even this is vanity.

And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;



That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,

For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So is the laughter of a fool, even this is vanity.

And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;

Folly is joy to one lacking heart, And a man of intelligence directeth his going.

But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming is vanity. Rejoice, O young man, in thy childhood, And let thy heart gladden thee in days of thy youth, And walk in the ways of thy heart, And in the sight of thine eyes, And know thou that for all these, Doth God bring thee into judgment.


be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;



be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness; be made low before the Lord, and He shall exalt you.



That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,

For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So is the laughter of a fool, even this is vanity.

And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;