Thematic Bible


Thematic Bible



Thou art fearful, for who may abide in thy sight, when thou art angry? Verse ConceptsAnger Of God, DescriptionReverence, And God's NatureGod Has AngerGod Is To Be Fearedwrath

He is God, whose wrath no man may withstand: but the proudest of all must stoop under him. Verse ConceptsHumbling The Proud

O that thou wouldest keep me, and hide me in the hell, until thy wrath were stilled: and to appoint me a time, wherein thou mightest remember me. Verse ConceptsGrave, TheSheolDesire For DeathGod Hiding People

Who may endure before his wrath? Or who is able to abide his grim displeasure? His anger taketh on like fire, and the hard rocks burst in sunder before him. Verse ConceptsAnger Of God, Nature OfGod's IndignationPunishment, By GodRocksSplitting RocksFire Of God's AngerStanding FirmGod Has AngerLake Of FirePassionwrathventing

It grieveth my soul to live. Nevertheless, now will I put forth my words: I will speak out of the very heaviness of my soul, Verse ConceptsComplaintsHealthBeing BitterResentment, Against GodSelf PitySuicideWeariness Of LifeLife DespisedDeath DesiredComplainingBitternesstiredventing

O that thou wouldest keep me, and hide me in the hell, until thy wrath were stilled: and to appoint me a time, wherein thou mightest remember me. Verse ConceptsGrave, TheSheolDesire For DeathGod Hiding People

"O that I might have my desire! O that God would grant me the thing, that I long for! That he would begin and smite me: that he would let his hand go, and hew me down. Then should I have some comfort: yea, I would desire him in my pain, that he should not spare, for I will not be against the words of the holy one. read more.
What power have I to endure? Or, what is mine end, that my soul might be patient?

Is not the life of man upon earth a very battle? Are not his days like the days of a hired servant? For like as a bond servant desireth the shadow, and as a hireling would fain have an end of his work: Even so have I laboured whole months long - but in vain - and many a careful night have I told.

that my soul wisheth rather to be strangled, and my bones to be dead. I can see no remedy. I shall live no more. O spare me then, for my days are but vain.