Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Our soul, as a bird, hath escaped from the snare of the fowlers, The snare, is broken, and, we, are escaped:

My son, if sinners entice thee, do not consent. If they say - Come with us, - Let us lie in wait for blood, Let us watch in secret for him who is needlessly innocent; Let us engulf them, like hades, alive, While in health, like them who are going down to the pit; read more.
All costly substance, shall we find, We shall fill our houses with spoil; Thy lot, shalt thou cast into our midst, One purse, shall there be, for us all. My son, do not walk in the way with them, Withhold thy foot from their path. For, their feet, to mischief, do run, and haste to the shedding of blood. Surely, in vain, is spread the net, in the sight of aught that hath wings!

Until an arrow cleaveth his liver, as a bird hasteth into a snare, and knoweth not, that, for his life, it is!