Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



We have remembered the fish which we do eat in Egypt for nought, the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlick;

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

From the fruit of a man's mouth is his belly satisfied, From the increase of his lips he is satisfied.

And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art a man of appetite.

They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'

All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.

And it hath been, as when the hungry dreameth, And lo, he is eating, And he hath waked, and empty is his soul, And as when the thirsty dreameth, And lo, he is drinking, and he hath waked, And lo, he is weary, and his soul is longing, So is the multitude of all the nations Who are warring against mount Zion.

Come ye, I take wine, And we drink, quaff strong drink, And as this day hath been to-morrow, Great -- exceeding abundant!'


A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.



Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled with poverty.

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

Sweet is the sleep of the labourer whether he eat little or much; and the sufficiency of the wealthy is not suffering him to sleep.



We have remembered the fish which we do eat in Egypt for nought, the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlick;

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

From the fruit of a man's mouth is his belly satisfied, From the increase of his lips he is satisfied.

And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art a man of appetite.

They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'

All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.

And it hath been, as when the hungry dreameth, And lo, he is eating, And he hath waked, and empty is his soul, And as when the thirsty dreameth, And lo, he is drinking, and he hath waked, And lo, he is weary, and his soul is longing, So is the multitude of all the nations Who are warring against mount Zion.

Come ye, I take wine, And we drink, quaff strong drink, And as this day hath been to-morrow, Great -- exceeding abundant!'