Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Arrow » Figurative
The
I must lie among those who breathe forth fire,
Even the sons of men, whose
And their
He is for him like the horns of the wild ox.
And will crush their bones in pieces,
And shatter them with his
With the blood of the slain and the captives,
From the long-haired
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To
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The
Your arrows are
When he
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You will not be afraid of the terror by night,
Or of thearrow that flies by day;
Verse Concepts
Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With the burningcoals of the broom tree.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Send out Yourarrows and confuse them.
Verse Concepts
Like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow
Is a man who bearsfalse witness against his neighbor.
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Sun and moon stood in their places;
They went away at thelight of Your arrows,
At the radiance of Your gleaming spear.
Or of the
With the burning
Send out Your
Is a man who bears
He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts.
When I send against them the deadly arrows of famine which were for the destruction of those whom I will send to destroy you, then I will also intensify the famine upon you and break the staff of bread.
Verse Concepts
They went away at the
At the radiance of Your gleaming spear.
Bow » Figurative
They
I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.
Verse Concepts
And
From the hands of the
(From there is
Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;
He pours out
And my
And
On that day I will break the bow of Israel in the valley of Jezreel.”
Verse Concepts
The rods of
You
Judgments » Should lead to » Humiliation
Then Joshua tore his clothes and fell to the earth on his face before the ark of the Lord until the evening, both he and the elders of Israel; and they put dust on their heads.
Verse Concepts
And lament, O priests;
Come,
O ministers of my God,
For the grain offering and the drink offering
Are withheld from the house of your God.
So the princes of Israel and the king humbled themselves and said, “The Lord is righteous.”
I am the man who has seen affliction Because of the rod of His wrath. He has driven me and made me walk In darkness and not in light. Surely against me He has turned His hand Repeatedly all the day. read more.
He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away, He has broken my bones. He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship. In dark places He has made me dwell, Like those who have long been dead. He has walled me in so that I cannot go out; He has made my chain heavy. Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer. He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked. He is to me like a bear lying in wait, Like a lion in secret places. He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate. He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their mocking song all the day. He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood. He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust. My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness. So I say, "My strength has perished, And so has my hope from the LORD." Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me.
He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away, He has broken my bones. He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship. In dark places He has made me dwell, Like those who have long been dead. He has walled me in so that I cannot go out; He has made my chain heavy. Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer. He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked. He is to me like a bear lying in wait, Like a lion in secret places. He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate. He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their mocking song all the day. He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood. He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust. My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness. So I say, "My strength has perished, And so has my hope from the LORD." Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me.
Then the people of Nineveh believed in God; and they called a fast and put on sackcloth from the greatest to the least of them. When the word reached the king of Nineveh, he arose from his throne, laid aside his robe from him, covered himself with sackcloth and sat on the ashes.