Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible





But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. read more.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place.

For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.




He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.



My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;


Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?