Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,



Whoso is returning evil for good, Evil moveth not from his house.

Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

Jesus answered them, 'Many good works did I shew you from my Father; because of which work of them do ye stone me?'



They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,



Whoso is returning evil for good, Evil moveth not from his house.

Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

Jesus answered them, 'Many good works did I shew you from my Father; because of which work of them do ye stone me?'


For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him. But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance. When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.


Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.


Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me. They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. read more.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant. Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords.


They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.


is it little that thou hast brought us up out of a land flowing with milk and honey to put us to death in a wilderness that thou also certainly makest thyself prince over us?

and Joash the king hath not remembered the kindness that Jehoiada his father did with him, and slayeth his son, and in his death he said, 'Jehovah doth see, and require.'

They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,

Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

And David said, 'Only, in vain I have kept all that this one hath in the wilderness, and nothing hath been looked after of all that he hath, and he turneth back to me evil for good;

and the chief of the butlers hath not remembered Joseph, but forgetteth him.

and ye have risen against the house of my father to-day, and slay his sons, seventy men, on one stone, and cause Abimelech son of his handmaid to reign over the masters of Shechem, because he is your brother --

neither have they done kindness with the house of Jerubbaal -- Gideon -- according to all the good which he did with Israel.

and there hath been found in it a poor wise man, and he hath delivered the city by his wisdom, and men have not remembered that poor man!




Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me. They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. read more.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

For my love they oppose me, and I -- prayer! And they set against me evil for good, And hatred for my love.


They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,