Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!

If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire! If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off! So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One. read more.
Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?

Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment? As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment: So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains. I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.



Give ear to another story. A master of a house made a vine garden, and put a wall round it, and made a place for crushing out the wine, and made a tower, and let it out to field-workers, and went into another country. And when the time for the fruit came near, he sent his servants to the workmen, to get the fruit. And the workmen made an attack on his servants, giving blows to one, putting another to death, and stoning another. read more.
Again, he sent other servants more in number than the first: and they did the same to them. But after that he sent his son to them, saying, They will have respect for my son. But when the workmen saw the son, they said among themselves, This is he who will one day be the owner of the property; come, let us put him to death and take his heritage. And they took him and, driving him out of the vine-garden, put him to death. When, then, the lord of the vine-garden comes, what will he do to those workmen? They say to him, He will put those cruel men to a cruel death, and will let out the vine-garden to other workmen, who will give him the fruit when it is ready.

Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment? As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment: So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

For the kingdom of heaven is like the master of a house, who went out early in the morning to get workers into his vine-garden. And when he had made an agreement with the workmen for a penny a day, he sent them into his vine-garden. And he went out about the third hour, and saw others in the market-place doing nothing; read more.
And he said to them, Go into the vine-garden with the others, and whatever is right I will give you. And they went to work. Again he went out about the sixth and the ninth hour, and did the same. And about the eleventh hour he went out and saw others doing nothing; and he says to them, Why are you here all the day doing nothing? They say to him, Because no man has given us work. He says to them, Go in with the rest, into the vine-garden. And when evening came, the lord of the vine-garden said to his manager, Let the workers come, and give them their payment, from the last to the first. And when those men came who had gone to work at the eleventh hour, they were given every man a penny. Then those who came first had the idea that they would get more; and they, like the rest, were given a penny. And when they got it, they made a protest against the master of the house, Saying, These last have done only one hour's work, and you have made them equal to us, who have undergone the hard work of the day and the burning heat. But he in answer said to one of them, Friend, I do you no wrong: did you not make an agreement with me for a penny? Take what is yours, and go away; it is my pleasure to give to this last, even as to you. Have I not the right to do as seems good to me in my house? or is your eye evil, because I am good?

He who is a servant, and not the keeper or the owner of the sheep, sees the wolf coming and goes in flight, away from the sheep; and the wolf comes down on them and sends them in all directions: Because he is a servant he has no interest in the sheep.


Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment? As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment: So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me, And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place. Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,



Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?


Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?


Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?


And I will come near to you for judging; I will quickly be a witness against the wonder-workers, against those who have been untrue in married life, against those who take false oaths; against those who keep back from the servant his payment, and who are hard on the widow and the child without a father, who do not give his rights to the man from a strange country, and have no fear of me, says the Lord of armies.

For the Writings say, It is not right to keep the ox from taking the grain when he is crushing it. And, The worker has a right to his reward.




Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.



And if your brother becomes poor and gives himself to you for money, do not make use of him like a servant who is your property; But let him be with you as a servant working for payment, till the year of Jubilee; Then he will go out from you, he and his children with him, and go back to his family and to the property of his fathers.

Do not be hard on a servant who is poor and in need, if he is one of your countrymen or a man from another nation living with you in your land. Give him his payment day by day, not keeping it back over night; for he is poor and his living is dependent on it; and if his cry against you comes to the ears of the Lord, it will be judged as sin in you.

Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment? As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:

Take no gold or silver or copper in your pockets; Take no bag for your journey and do not take two coats or shoes or a stick: for the workman has a right to his food.


He who is a servant, and not the keeper or the owner of the sheep, sees the wolf coming and goes in flight, away from the sheep; and the wolf comes down on them and sends them in all directions: Because he is a servant he has no interest in the sheep.

Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?