Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

My soul is in the midst of lions, I lie down among flames -- sons of men, Their teeth are a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

God is bringing him out of Egypt; As the swiftness of a Reem is to him, He eateth up nations his adversaries, And their bones he breaketh, And with his arrows he smiteth,

I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.

I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

Thine arrows are sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.


Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

A maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow, Is the man testifying against his neighbour a false testimony.

He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow. He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

In My sending the evil arrows of famine among them, That have been for destruction, That I send to destroy you, And famine I am adding upon you, And I have broken to you the staff of bread.

Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.


For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.


For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown. And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes. And his wife saith to him, 'Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.' read more.
And he saith unto her, 'As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.