Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Endurance » What does not endure
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves, For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.
'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water? While it is in its budding -- uncropped, Even before any herb it withereth. So are the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish, read more.
Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust. He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust. He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass; Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;
Flowers » Illustrative of » Shortness of man's life
As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
Flowers » Wild in fields
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
Grass » Illustrative » Of shortness and uncertainty of life
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;
Man » A social being » As grass
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth. In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
Man » The days of man
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble! As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not. Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee. read more.
Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
Mortality » Of man » Man compared to withering grass
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
I -- I am He -- your comforter, Who art thou -- and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man -- grass he is made!
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth. In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
Vanishing » What vanishes away
because all flesh is as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
A voice is saying, 'Call,' And he said, 'What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field: Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass; Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;