Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible





"But now He has exhausted me; You have laid waste all my company. "You have shriveled me up, It has become a witness; And my leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face. "His anger has torn me and hunted me down, He has gnashed at me with His teeth; My adversary glares at me. read more.
"They have gaped at me with their mouth, They have slapped me on the cheek with contempt; They have massed themselves against me. "God hands me over to ruffians And tosses me into the hands of the wicked. "I was at ease, but He shattered me, And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces; He has also set me up as His target. "His arrows surround me Without mercy He splits my kidneys open; He pours out my gall on the ground. "He breaks through me with breach after breach; He runs at me like a warrior. "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin And thrust my horn in the dust. "My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids,

You made men ride over our heads;
We went through fire and through water,
Yet You brought us out into a place of abundance.

“For You had cast me into the deep,
Into the heart of the seas,
And the current engulfed me.
All Your breakers and billows passed over me.




“He reveals mysteries from the darkness
And brings the deep darkness into light.

“My face is flushed from weeping,
And deep darkness is on my eyelids,

Yet You have crushed us in a place of jackals
And covered us with the shadow of death.

The people who were sitting in darkness saw a great Light,
And those who were sitting in the land and shadow of death,
Upon them a Light dawned.”


“My face is flushed from weeping,
And deep darkness is on my eyelids,


You have fed them with the bread of tears,
And You have made them to drink tears in large measure.


I am weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I dissolve my couch with my tears.

“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

For I have eaten ashes like bread
And mingled my drink with weeping

“My face is flushed from weeping,
And deep darkness is on my eyelids,

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner like all my fathers.

My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”