Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



So Naomi returned, and Ruth the Moabitess, her daughter-in-law, with her, who returned out of the country of Moab, - and, they, entered Bethlehem in the beginning of barley harvest.


And six years, shalt thou sow thy land, - and shalt gather the yield thereof;

When thou cuttest down thy harvest in thy field and forgettest a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not turn back to fetch it, to the sojourner, to the fatherless, and to the widow, shall it belong, - that Yahweh thy God, may bless thee, in all the Work of thy hands.

Is it not wheat harvest, to-day? I will cry unto Yahweh, that he may give forth thunderings and rain, - know ye then and see, that, your wrong, is great which ye have done in the sight of Yahweh, in asking for yourselves, a king.

and delivered them up into the hand of the Gibeonites, and they crucified them in the mountain, before Yahweh, so they seven fell together, - they being put to death in the first days of harvest, in the beginning of the barley harvest.


As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so, unbecoming to a dullard is honour.




He that tilleth his land, shall be filled with food, but, he that runneth after worthless men, lacketh sense.





She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands:









So Naomi returned, and Ruth the Moabitess, her daughter-in-law, with her, who returned out of the country of Moab, - and, they, entered Bethlehem in the beginning of barley harvest.


And six years, shalt thou sow thy land, - and shalt gather the yield thereof;

When thou cuttest down thy harvest in thy field and forgettest a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not turn back to fetch it, to the sojourner, to the fatherless, and to the widow, shall it belong, - that Yahweh thy God, may bless thee, in all the Work of thy hands.

Is it not wheat harvest, to-day? I will cry unto Yahweh, that he may give forth thunderings and rain, - know ye then and see, that, your wrong, is great which ye have done in the sight of Yahweh, in asking for yourselves, a king.

and delivered them up into the hand of the Gibeonites, and they crucified them in the mountain, before Yahweh, so they seven fell together, - they being put to death in the first days of harvest, in the beginning of the barley harvest.


As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so, unbecoming to a dullard is honour.



Thrust ye in the vintage knife, for, grown ripe, is the vintage, - Go in, tread down, for full is the winepress, flow over do the vats, for abundant is their wickedness.

Then, saith he unto his disciples, The harvest, indeed, is great, but, the labourers, few;


And he was saying unto them - The harvest, indeed, is, great, but, the labourers, few; beg ye, therefore, of the Lord of the harvest, that he would thrust forth, labourers, into his harvest.


In the field - -a man's fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;

And, another messenger, came forth out of the sanctuary, crying out with a loud voice, unto him that was sitting upon the cloud - Thrust in thy sickle, and reap; because the hour to reap is come, because the harvest of the earth is ripe.










Do not give sleep to thine eyes, or slumber to thine eyelashes;

How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie? how long ere thou rise from thy sleep? A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest: -




He that tilleth his land, shall be filled with food, but, he that runneth after worthless men, lacketh sense.





She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands:






Saith the sluggard, A lion outside! Amidst the broadways, shall I be slain.

The way of the sluggard, is like a thorn hedge, but, the path of the upright, is a raised road.

Surely he that is slothful in his work, brother, is he to a master at laying waste.

By the field of the sluggard, I passed, and by the vineyard of a man lacking sense; And lo! there had come up all over it - thorns, there had covered the face thereof - thistles, and, the stone fence thereof, had been thrown down. So I observed it, for myself, I applied my heart, I looked - I accepted correction: read more.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest:

He becometh poor, who dealeth with a slack hand, but, the hand of the diligent, maketh rich. He that gathereth in summer, is a prudent son, he that sleepeth long in harvest, is a son causing shame.

The craving of the sluggard, killeth him, for his hands have refused to work. All the day, he greatly craveth, whereas, the righteous, giveth, and doth not spare.

Saith the sluggard, A roaring lion in the road! A tearing lion in the midst of the broadways. The door, turneth on its hinges, and, the sluggard, upon his bed. The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish, he is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth. read more.
Wiser is the sluggard in his own eyes, than, seven persons, who can answer with judgment.
















Do not give sleep to thine eyes, or slumber to thine eyelashes;

How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie? how long ere thou rise from thy sleep? A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest: -



Go to the ant, thou sluggard, observe her ways, and be wise; Which, having no harvest, scribe, or ruler, Prepareth, in the summer, her food, hath collected, in the harvest, her sustenance.


The ants, a people, not strong, - yet prepare they, in summer, their food;






He that tilleth his land, shall be filled with food, but, he that runneth after worthless men, lacketh sense.





She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands:





For I think that, God, hath set forth, us the apostles, to be last of all, as men devoted to death, - in that, a spectacle, have we been made, unto the world, - both unto messengers and unto men. We, are foolish for Christ's sake, but, ye, prudent in Christ; we are weak, but, ye, mighty; ye, all-glorious, but, we, dishonoured.

In the heart of the intelligent, reposeth wisdom, but, in the midst of dullards, it maketh itself known.


Even a fool, holding his peace, is accounted, wise, - He that closeth his lips, is thought to have understanding.




He that tilleth his land, shall be filled with food, but, he that runneth after worthless men, lacketh sense.





She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands: