Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Angels » The lord creating the angels
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, read more.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.
and when again He may bring in the first-born to the world, He saith, 'And let them bow before him -- all messengers of God;' and unto the messengers, indeed, He saith, 'Who is making His messengers spirits, and His ministers a flame of fire;'
Birds » God provides for
look to the fowls of the heaven, for they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into storehouses, and your heavenly Father doth nourish them; are not ye much better than they?
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, read more.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
the life is more than the nourishment, and the body than the clothing. 'Consider the ravens, that they sow not, nor reap, to which there is no barn nor storehouse, and God doth nourish them; how much better are ye than the fowls?
Chariot » Figurative » Chariots of God
The chariots of God are myriads, thousands of changes, The Lord is among them, in Sinai, in the sanctuary.
And Elisha prayeth, and saith, 'Jehovah, open, I pray Thee, his eyes, and he doth see;' and Jehovah openeth the eyes of the young man, and he seeth, and lo, the hill is full of horses and chariots of fire, round about Elisha.
and they had breastplates as breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings is as the noise of chariots of many horses running to battle;
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
For, lo, Jehovah in fire cometh, And as a hurricane His chariots, To refresh in fury His anger, And His rebuke in flames of fire.
Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers is Thine anger? Against the sea is Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation?
Chariots » Illustrative of » The clouds
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
Clouds » Called the » Chambers of God
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.
Clouds » Illustrative » (riding upon,) of the power and greatness of God
The burden of Egypt. Lo, Jehovah is riding on a swift thick cloud, And He hath entered Egypt, And moved have been the idols of Egypt at His presence, And the heart of Egypt melteth in its midst.
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
Satisfaction » What is satisfied with the fruit of the lord
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, read more.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice. Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire. He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice. Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.