Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Alas! for them who are going down to Egypt for help, On horses, would rely, - And have trusted - In chariots - because they are many, and In horsemen, because they are very bold, But have not looked unto the Holy One of Israel, And onto Yahweh, have not sought.

Moreover he shall not multiply to himself horses, neither shall he cause the people to return to Egypt that he may multiply horses, - when, Yahweh, hath said unto you, Ye shall not again return this way any more.

and he did away with the horses, which the kings of Judah had devoted to the sun, at the entrance of the house of Yahweh, near the chamber of Nathan-melech the courtier, which was in the suburbs, also, the chariots of the sun, burned he with fire;

Couldst thou give - to the Horse - strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?

Do not ye become like a horse, like a mule, without discernment, - With the bit and bridle of his mouth, hast thou to restrain him, - He will not come near unto thee.



Couldst thou give - to the Horse - strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane? Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror! He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour; read more.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword; Against him, whiz the arrows of the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin; With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, - he will not stand still when the horn soundeth; As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, - the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.


Couldst thou give - to the Horse - strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane? Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror! He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour; read more.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword; Against him, whiz the arrows of the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin; With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, - he will not stand still when the horn soundeth; As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, - the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.