Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible










And the dogs are strong of desire, They have not known sufficiency, And they are shepherds! They have not known understanding, All of them to their own way they did turn, Each to his dishonest gain from his quarter:


All the day desiring he hath desired, And the righteous giveth and withholdeth not.

Every precious substance we find, We fill our houses with spoil,

So are the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.




And a certain one said to him, out of the multitude, 'Teacher, say to my brother to divide with me the inheritance.' And he said to him, 'Man, who set me a judge or a divider over you?' And he said unto them, 'Observe, and beware of the covetousness, because not in the abundance of one's goods is his life.' read more.
And he spake a simile unto them, saying, 'Of a certain rich man the field brought forth well; and he was reasoning within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have not where I shall gather together my fruits? and he said, This I will do, I will take down my storehouses, and greater ones I will build, and I will gather together there all my products and my good things, and I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast many good things laid up for many years, be resting, eat, drink, be merry. And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be? so is he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'

Every beast of the field, Come to devour, every beast in the forest. Blind are his watchmen -- all of them, They have not known, All of them are dumb dogs, they are not able to bark, Dozing, lying down, loving to slumber. And the dogs are strong of desire, They have not known sufficiency, And they are shepherds! They have not known understanding, All of them to their own way they did turn, Each to his dishonest gain from his quarter: read more.
Come ye, I take wine, And we drink, quaff strong drink, And as this day hath been to-morrow, Great -- exceeding abundant!'



Woe to those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land! By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant! For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of seed yieldeth an ephah.

My son, if sinners entice thee be not willing. If they say, 'Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause, We swallow them as Sheol -- alive, And whole -- as those going down to the pit, read more.
Every precious substance we find, We fill our houses with spoil, Thy lot thou dost cast among us, One purse is -- to all of us.' My son! go not in the way with them, Withhold thy foot from their path, For their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed blood. Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird. And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives. So are the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.