Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Arrow » Figurative
"The arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit absorbs their poison; God's terrors have been arranged just for me!
I am surrounded by lions. I lie down with those who burn with fire that is, with people whose teeth are like spears and arrows whose tongues are like sharp swords.
God is bringing them out of Egypt with the strength of an ox. He'll devour enemy nations, break their bones, and impale them with arrows.
I'll make my arrows drunk with blood. My sword will devour flesh, along with the blood of the slain, and I'll take their enemy leaders captive.'
Look, the wicked have bent their bow and placed their arrow on the string, to shoot from the darkness at the upright in heart.
because your arrows have sunk deep into me, and your hand has come down hard on me.
Your arrows are sharpened to penetrate the hearts of the king's enemies. People will fall under you.
May they flow away like rain water that runs off, may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.
You need not fear terror that stalks in the night, the arrow that flies in the day,
Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy, shoot your arrows and confuse them.
A club, a sword, and a sharp arrow that's what a man is who lies about his neighbor.
He bent his bow, aiming at me with his arrow. He caused his war arrows to pierce my vital organs.
I'll send arrows of severe famine in their direction, meant for destruction, which I'll shoot, intending to destroy them. I'll make you have more and more famines that will attack you, and I'll disrupt your source of food.
The sun and moon stand still in their orbits; at the glint of your arrows they speed along, even at the gleam of your flashing spear.
Arrows » Carried in a quiver
so go find your weapons, take your bow and arrows, go outside, and hunt some game for me.
He made my mouth like a sharp sword; he hid me in the shadow of his hands. He made me like a polished arrow and hid me away in his quivers.
Judgments » Should lead to » Humiliation
At this, Joshua tore his clothes, fell down to the ground on his face before the ark of the LORD until evening he and the leaders of Israel and they covered their heads with dust.
"Put on your mourning clothes, you priests; and cry aloud, you ministering servants at the altar! Come! Stay the night in mourner's clothes, you ministers of my God, because the grain offering and the wine offering is held back from the Temple of your God.
In response, the princes of Israel and the king humbled themselves and declared, "The LORD is righteous."
I am a man familiar with affliction under the rod of God's anger. He has led me brought me into darkness, not into light. He truly turned his hand against me, again and again, all day long. read more.
He made my flesh and skin prematurely old; he broke my bones. He laid siege against me, surrounding me with bitterness and suffering. He has forced me to live in darkness, like those who are long dead. He has walled me in so I cannot escape; he placed heavy chains on me. Indeed, when I cry out, calling for help, he shuts out my prayer. He impeded my way with blocks of stone, making my paths uneven. He is like a bear that lies in wait for me, a lion in hiding. He forced me off my path, tearing me to pieces and making me desolate. He bent his bow, aiming at me with his arrow. He caused his war arrows to pierce my vital organs. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, the object of their taunts throughout the day. He has filled me with bitterness, making me drink wormwood. He broke my teeth on gravel, covering me with dust. You have removed peace from my life; I have forgotten what prosperity is. So I say, "My strength is gone as is my hope in the LORD." Remember my affliction and homelessness wormwood and gall! My mind keeps reflecting on it, and I become depressed.
He made my flesh and skin prematurely old; he broke my bones. He laid siege against me, surrounding me with bitterness and suffering. He has forced me to live in darkness, like those who are long dead. He has walled me in so I cannot escape; he placed heavy chains on me. Indeed, when I cry out, calling for help, he shuts out my prayer. He impeded my way with blocks of stone, making my paths uneven. He is like a bear that lies in wait for me, a lion in hiding. He forced me off my path, tearing me to pieces and making me desolate. He bent his bow, aiming at me with his arrow. He caused his war arrows to pierce my vital organs. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, the object of their taunts throughout the day. He has filled me with bitterness, making me drink wormwood. He broke my teeth on gravel, covering me with dust. You have removed peace from my life; I have forgotten what prosperity is. So I say, "My strength is gone as is my hope in the LORD." Remember my affliction and homelessness wormwood and gall! My mind keeps reflecting on it, and I become depressed.
The people of Nineveh believed God. They called for a fast and put on sackcloth, from the greatest of them to the least important. When the message reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, removed his royal garments, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat down in ashes.