Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Chosen Instruments » Names of » Organs
And his brother's name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with timbrel and dance: Praise him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Harp » In mourning
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Music » Names of » Organs
And his brother's name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with timbrel and dance: Praise him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Music » Instruments of » Organ, probably composed of pipes furnishing a number of notes
And his brother's name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with timbrel and dance: Praise him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Musical instruments » Names of » Organs
And his brother's name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and pipe.
They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.
Praise him with timbrel and dance: Praise him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Tears » Of solicitude over sinners » Of disappointment and grief
Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in large measure.
Straightway the father of the child cried out, and said, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?