Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: Like as for a friend, like as for a brother of mine own, I walked to and fro, As though mourning for a mother, I gloomily bowed myself down.


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


And Jesus said unto them, - Can, the sons of the bridechamber, mourn, so long as, the bridegroom, is, with them? But days will come, when the bridegroom, shall be taken from them, and, then, will they fast.

But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:

When I have humbled my soul with fasting, Then hath it turned to my reproach;

Wherefore have we Fasted and thou hast not seen? Humbled our soul, and thou wouldst take no note? Lo! in the day of your fast, ye take pleasure, But all your toilers, ye drive on!

Though they fast, I am not going to hearken unto their loud cry, and Though they offer ascending-sacrifice and meal-offering, I am not going to accept them, - For with sword and with famine and with pestilence, am, I, about to consume them.

Speak thou unto all the people of the land, and unto the priests, saying, - When ye fasted and lamented in the fifth and in the seventh, even these seventy years, did ye, really fast, unto, me?


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:

Then the king departed to his palace, and spent the night fasting, and no, table, was brought in before him, - and, his sleep, fled from him.


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:

Then the king departed to his palace, and spent the night fasting, and no, table, was brought in before him, - and, his sleep, fled from him.


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him; But it is, thou, a man esteemed as mine equal, mine associate, and mine acquaintance; So that together have we been wont to find sweetness in counsel, In the house of God, used we to walk in the throng.


Thou hast far removed mine acquaintances from me, - Thou hast made me an abomination unto them, Shut up, and I cannot go forth!


There rise up witnesses helping forward violence and wrong, What I know not, they demand of me: They repay me evil for good, Bereaving my soul. But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: read more.
Like as for a friend, like as for a brother of mine own, I walked to and fro, As though mourning for a mother, I gloomily bowed myself down. But, in mine overthrow, have they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together, - There gathered themselves together against me foolish men, and I knew it not, They have torn in pieces, and not been silent; Amidst profane praters of perversion, have they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

He hath thrust forth his hands, against them he was wont to salute, he hath violated his covenant; Smoother than curds, were the words of his mouth, But, war, was in his heart, - Softer his words than oil, Yet, they, were drawn swords!


And he said - Thou shalt not smite. Them whom thou hadst taken captive with thy sword and with thy bow, wouldst, thou, have been smiting? Set bread and water before them, that they may eat and drink, and go their way unto their lord.

But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


They repay me evil for good, Bereaving my soul. But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: Like as for a friend, like as for a brother of mine own, I walked to and fro, As though mourning for a mother, I gloomily bowed myself down.



Even they who are repaying evil for good, accuse me because I pursue the good.

There rise up witnesses helping forward violence and wrong, What I know not, they demand of me: They repay me evil for good, Bereaving my soul. But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: read more.
Like as for a friend, like as for a brother of mine own, I walked to and fro, As though mourning for a mother, I gloomily bowed myself down. But, in mine overthrow, have they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together, - There gathered themselves together against me foolish men, and I knew it not, They have torn in pieces, and not been silent; Amidst profane praters of perversion, have they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

For my love, they have been accusing me, while, I, was at prayer: Yea they have returned unto me - Evil for good; and, Hatred for my love.


And he said - Thou shalt not smite. Them whom thou hadst taken captive with thy sword and with thy bow, wouldst, thou, have been smiting? Set bread and water before them, that they may eat and drink, and go their way unto their lord.

But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return:


But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: