Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible





Surely He has now exhausted me. You have devastated my entire family. You have shriveled me up-it has become a witness; My frailty rises up against me and testifies to my face. His anger tears [at me], and He harasses me. He gnashes His teeth at me. My enemy pierces me with His eyes. read more.
They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join themselves together against me. God hands me over to unjust men; He throws me into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized [me] by the scruff of the neck and smashed me to pieces. He set me up as His target; His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and pours my bile on the ground. He breaks through my defenses again and again; He charges at me like a warrior. I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my strength in the dust. My face has grown red with weeping, and the shadow of death covers my eyes,

You let men ride over our heads;
we went through fire and water,
but You brought us out to abundance.

You threw me into the depths,
into the heart of the seas,
and the current overcame me.
All Your breakers and Your billows swept over me.


I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength in the dust.


Wail, Heshbon, for Ai is devastated;
cry out, daughters of Rabbah!
Clothe yourselves with sackcloth, and lament;
run back and forth within your walls,
because Milcom will go into exile
together with his priests and officials.

י YodThe elders of Daughter Zion
sit on the ground in silence.
They have thrown dust on their heads
and put on sackcloth.
The young women of Jerusalem
have bowed their heads to the ground.


They will put on sackcloth,
and horror will overwhelm them.
Shame will cover all their faces,
and all their heads will be bald.

My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth
and roll in the dust.
Mourn as you would for an only son,
a bitter lament,
for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.

I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength in the dust.

Because of this, put on sackcloth;
mourn and wail,
for the Lord’s burning anger
has not turned away from us.


His servants said to him, "Consider this: we have heard that the kings of the house of Israel are kings [who show] special kindness. So let's put sackcloth around our waists and ropes around our heads, and let's go out to the king of Israel. Perhaps he will spare your life." So they dressed with sackcloth around their waists and ropes around their heads, went to the king of Israel, and said, "Your servant Ben-hadad says, 'Please spare my life.' " So he said, "Is he still alive? He is my brother."

In its streets they wear sackcloth;
on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails,
falling down and weeping.


When Ahab heard these words, he tore his clothes, put sackcloth over his body, and fasted. He lay down in sackcloth and walked around subdued.

I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength in the dust.

When the king heard the woman’s words, he tore his clothes. Then, as he was passing by on the wall, the people saw that there was sackcloth under his clothes next to his skin.