Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.




How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!

He buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.

Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help me; who is he that shall condemn me? behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.


Therefore am I unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.


Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help me; who is he that shall condemn me? behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

Therefore am I unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.

For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my salvation unto all generations.


Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.


Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.

Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears. Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous. Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost. read more.
Only do not two things unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face: Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid. Then call thou, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer thou me. How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy? Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth: Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet: Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.