Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Herbs » Mentioned in scripture » Mallows
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food.
Verse Concepts
Job » Loss of friends
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, read more.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Juniper » A tree
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
Verse Concepts
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food.
Verse Concepts
and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, 'Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I am not better than my fathers.' And he lieth down and sleepeth under a certain retem-tree, and lo, a messenger cometh against him, and saith to him, 'Rise, eat;'
Mallows » A plant
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food.
Verse Concepts
Persecution » Instances of » Of job
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, read more.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you, O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom. Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend, read more.
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
And Job answereth and saith: -- I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters are ye all. Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? read more.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
If not -- mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Verse Concepts
And Job answereth and saith: -- Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words? These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me -- read more.
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;