Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



His brother’s name was Jubal; he became the father of all those [musicians] who play the lyre and flute.


“They lift up their voices and sing to the tambourine and the lyre
And rejoice to the sound of the flute.



“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.



“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.


His brother’s name was Jubal; he became the father of all those [musicians] who play the lyre and flute.


“They lift up their voices and sing to the tambourine and the lyre
And rejoice to the sound of the flute.



“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.


His brother’s name was Jubal; he became the father of all those [musicians] who play the lyre and flute.


“They lift up their voices and sing to the tambourine and the lyre
And rejoice to the sound of the flute.



“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.


His brother’s name was Jubal; he became the father of all those [musicians] who play the lyre and flute.


“They lift up their voices and sing to the tambourine and the lyre
And rejoice to the sound of the flute.



“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.



You have fed them the bread of tears,
And You have made them drink [bitter] tears in abundance.



I am weary with my groaning;
Every night I soak my bed with tears,
I drench my couch with my weeping.


“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.


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


“My face is red and swollen with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death [my eyes are dimmed],


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and listen to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am Your temporary guest,
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?”