Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Ditch » Figurative
For a whore is a deep grave, and a harlot is a narrow pit.
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Pit » Figurative
They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul: they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into it themselves. Selah.
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Whoso leadeth the righteous in to an evil way, shall fall into his own pit; but the just shall have the good in possession.
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He brought me out of the horrible pit, out of the mire and clay; he set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.
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For a whore is a deep grave, and a harlot is a narrow pit.
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But he that diggeth up a pit, shall fall therein himself; and whoso breaketh down the hedge, a serpent shall bite him.
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He hath graven and dug up a pit, and is fallen himself into the destruction that he made for others. For his travail shall come upon his own head, and his wickedness shall fall upon his own head, and his wickedness shall fall on his own pate.
Let not the water-flood drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up; and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
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The proud have digged pits for me, which are not after thy law.
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Whoso diggeth up a pit, shall fall therein; and he that weltereth a stone, shall stumble upon it himself.
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Whoso escapeth the fear, shall fall in the pit: and whoso getteth out of the pit, shall be taken in the snare. For I will bring a year of visitation upon Moab, sayeth the LORD.
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Whoredom » Whores
The mouth of a harlot is a deep pit; wherein he falleth that the LORD is angry withal.
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And I found, that a woman is bitterer than death: for she is a very angle, her heart is a net, and her hands are chains. Who so pleaseth God shall escape from her, but the sinner will be taken with her.
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That thou mayest be delivered also from the strange woman, and from her that is not thine own: which giveth sweet words, forsaketh the husband of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God. For her house is inclined unto death, and her paths into hell. read more.
All they that go in unto her, come not again, neither take they hold of the way of life.
All they that go in unto her, come not again, neither take they hold of the way of life.
My son, give heed unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my prudence: that thou mayest regard good counsel, and that thy lips may keep nurture. For the lips of a harlot are a dropping honeycomb, and her throat is softer than oil. read more.
But at the last she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two edged sword. Her feet go down unto death, and her steps pierce through unto hell. She regardeth not the path of life, so unsteadfast are her ways, that thou canst not know them.
But at the last she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two edged sword. Her feet go down unto death, and her steps pierce through unto hell. She regardeth not the path of life, so unsteadfast are her ways, that thou canst not know them.
Say unto wisdom, "Thou art my sister," and call understanding thy kinswoman: That she may keep thee from the strange woman, and from the harlot which giveth sweet words. For out of the window of my house I looked through the trellis, read more.
and beheld the simple people: and among other young folks I spied one young fool going over the streets, by the corner, in the way toward the harlot's house; in the twilight of the evening, when it began now to be night and dark. And behold, there met him a woman with open tokens of a harlot. Only her heart was hid. She was full of loud words and ready to dally: whose feet could not abide in the house. Now is she without, now in the streets, and lurketh in every corner. She caught the young man, kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying, "I had a vow to pay, and this day I perform it. Therefore came I forth to meet thee, that I might seek thy face, and so I have found thee. I have decked my bed with coverings and clothes of Egypt. My bed have I made to smell of Myrrh, Aloes, and Cinnamon. Come, let us lie together, and take our pleasure till it be daylight. For the goodman is not at home, he is gone far off. He hath taken the bag of money with him: who can tell when he cometh home?" Thus with many sweet words she overcame him, and with her flattering lips she enticed him suddenly to follow her - as it were an ox to the slaughter, and like as it were a fool that laugheth when he goeth to the stocks to be punished - so long till she hath wounded his liver with her dart: like as if a bird hasted to the snare, not knowing that the peril of his life lieth thereupon. Hear me now therefore, O my son, and mark the words of my mouth. Let not thine heart wander in her ways, and be thou not deceived in her paths. For many a one hath she wounded and cast down, yea many a strong man hath she slain. Her houses are the way to hell, where men go down into the chambers of death.
and beheld the simple people: and among other young folks I spied one young fool going over the streets, by the corner, in the way toward the harlot's house; in the twilight of the evening, when it began now to be night and dark. And behold, there met him a woman with open tokens of a harlot. Only her heart was hid. She was full of loud words and ready to dally: whose feet could not abide in the house. Now is she without, now in the streets, and lurketh in every corner. She caught the young man, kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying, "I had a vow to pay, and this day I perform it. Therefore came I forth to meet thee, that I might seek thy face, and so I have found thee. I have decked my bed with coverings and clothes of Egypt. My bed have I made to smell of Myrrh, Aloes, and Cinnamon. Come, let us lie together, and take our pleasure till it be daylight. For the goodman is not at home, he is gone far off. He hath taken the bag of money with him: who can tell when he cometh home?" Thus with many sweet words she overcame him, and with her flattering lips she enticed him suddenly to follow her - as it were an ox to the slaughter, and like as it were a fool that laugheth when he goeth to the stocks to be punished - so long till she hath wounded his liver with her dart: like as if a bird hasted to the snare, not knowing that the peril of his life lieth thereupon. Hear me now therefore, O my son, and mark the words of my mouth. Let not thine heart wander in her ways, and be thou not deceived in her paths. For many a one hath she wounded and cast down, yea many a strong man hath she slain. Her houses are the way to hell, where men go down into the chambers of death.
For a whore is a deep grave, and a harlot is a narrow pit. She lurketh like a thief, and those that be not aware, she bringeth unto her.