Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



And now, let not my blood fall to the earth over-against the face of Jehovah, for the king of Israel hath come out to seek one flea, as one pursueth the partridge in mountains.'

For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these are the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.

Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.

Doth a bird fall into a snare of the earth, And there is no gin for it? Doth a snare go up from the ground, And prey it captureth not?

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity. The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!

Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.


A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

Thou hast brought us into a net, Thou hast placed pressure on our loins.

The wicked hath desired the net of evil doers, And the root of the righteous giveth.

For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these are the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.

And lamented have the fishers, And mourned have all casting angle into a brook, And those spreading nets on the face of the waters have languished.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

And it hath come to pass, fishers do stand by it, from En-Gedi even unto En-Eglaim; a spreading place of nets they are; according to their own kind is their fish, as the fish of the great sea, very many.

For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

A man taking a portion above his neighbour, Spreadeth a net for his own steps.

Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

When they go I spread over them My net, As the fowl of the heavens I bring them down, I chastise them as their company hath heard.

Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,


For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul. Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.


A spreading place of nets she is in the midst of the sea, For I -- I have spoken -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And she hath been for a spoil to nations.

And I have given thee up for a clear place of a rock, A spreading-place of nets thou art, Thou art not built up any more, For I, Jehovah, I have spoken, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.


His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.


When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way in which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

Hear this, O priests, and attend, O house of Israel, And, O house of the king, give ear, For the judgment is for you, For, a snare ye have been on Mizpah, And a net spread out on Tabor.

The proud have digged for me pits, That are not according to Thy law.

For the wicked have been found among My people. It looketh about the covering of snares, They have set up a trap -- men they capture.

For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

The wicked have laid a snare for me, And from thy precepts I wandered not.

Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.

A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.