Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible





Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. read more.
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark. Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids is death-shade.

Thou hast caused man to ride at our head. We have entered into fire and into water, And Thou bringest us out to a watered place.

When Thou dost cast me into the deep, Into the heart of the seas, Then the flood doth compass me, All Thy breakers and Thy billows have passed over me.


And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,

and I saw, and lo, a white horse, and he who is sitting upon it is having a bow, and there was given to him a crown, and he went forth overcoming, and that he may overcome.

And his bow abideth in strength, And strengthened are the arms of his hands By the hands of the Mighty One of Jacob, Whence is a shepherd, a son of Israel.

Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.

He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

and it hath come to pass in that day that I have broken the bow of Israel, in the valley of Jezreel.'

Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, 'Pause!' With rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.


Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.