Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish. What is man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?



Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.' Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

To God is a man profitable, Because a wise man to himself is profitable? Is it a delight to the Mighty One That thou art righteous? is it gain, That thou makest perfect thy ways? Because of thy reverence Doth He reason with thee? He entereth with thee into judgment: read more.
Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman? Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes. How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!

This hast thou reckoned for judgment: Thou hast said -- 'My righteousness is more than God's?' For thou sayest, 'What doth it profit Thee! What do I profit from my sin?' I return thee words, and thy friends with thee, read more.
Behold attentively the heavens -- and see, And behold the clouds, They have been higher than thou. If thou hast sinned, what dost thou against Him? And thy transgressions have been multiplied, What dost thou to Him? If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive? For a man like thyself is thy wickedness, And for a son of man thy righteousness.

Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place? To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it,

Jehovah, what is man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him? Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.


Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.


Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.


Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.