Thematic Bible


Thematic Bible



But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused - to set with the dogs of my flock. Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost; In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation! read more.
Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food; Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief; In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags; Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together: Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land. But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword; They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!

For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you! Oh that ye would, altogether held your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom! Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: - read more.
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit: Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye so plead? Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him? He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial. Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you? Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks? Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.

I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all! Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond? I also, like you, could speak, - If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.

Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest. Verse ConceptsMockerymockers

How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words? These ten times, have ye reviled me, Shameless ye wrong me. And even if indeed I have erred, with myself lodgeth mine error. read more.
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach.