Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




Ascribe to Jehovah the honour of His name, Lift up a present, and come before Him. Bow yourselves to Jehovah, In the beauty of holiness.



And let the pleasantness of Jehovah our God be upon us, And the work of our hands establish on us, Yea, the work of our hands establish it!

Thy people are free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.


And go forth doth thy name among nations, Because of thy beauty -- for it is complete, In My honour that I have set upon thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.

For what His goodness! and what His beauty! Corn the young men, And new wine the virgins -- make fruitful!




Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house, And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord -- bow thyself to him, And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face. read more.
All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing. In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee. They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king. Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth. I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!

And I pass over by thee, and I see thee, And lo, thy time is a time of loves, And I spread My skirt over thee, And I cover thy nakedness, And I swear to thee, and come in to a covenant with thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And thou dost become Mine. And I do wash thee with water, And I wash away thy blood from off thee, And I anoint thee with perfume. And I clothe thee with embroidery, And I shoe thee with badger's skin, And I gird thee with fine linen, And I cover thee with figured silk. read more.
And I adorn thee with adornments, And I give bracelets for thy hands, And a chain for thy neck. And I give a ring for thy nose, And rings for thine ears, And a crown of beauty on thy head. And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing is fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom. And go forth doth thy name among nations, Because of thy beauty -- for it is complete, In My honour that I have set upon thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.

may we rejoice and exult, and give the glory to Him, because come did the marriage of the Lamb, and his wife did make herself ready; and there was given to her that she may be arrayed with fine linen, pure and shining, for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.'

And there came unto me one of the seven messengers, who have the seven vials that are full of the seven last plagues, and he spake with me, saying, 'Come, I will shew thee the bride of the Lamb -- the wife,'



And thou hast been a crown of beauty in the hand of Jehovah, And a diadem of royalty in the hand of thy God, It is not said of thee any more, 'Forsaken!' And of thy land it is not said any more, 'Desolate,' For to thee is cried, 'My delight is in her,' And to thy land, 'Married,' For Jehovah hath delighted in thee, And thy land is married. For a young man doth marry a virgin, Thy Builders do marry thee, With the joy of a bridegroom over a bride, Rejoice over thee doth thy God.


Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age. Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty! As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things. read more.
Thine arrows are sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king. Thy throne, O God, is age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness Is the sceptre of Thy kingdom. Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions. Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad. Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir. Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house, And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord -- bow thyself to him, And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face. All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing. In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee. They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king. Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth. I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!



And a great sign was seen in the heaven, a woman arrayed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars,

Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age. Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty! As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things. read more.
Thine arrows are sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king. Thy throne, O God, is age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness Is the sceptre of Thy kingdom. Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions. Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad. Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir. Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house, And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord -- bow thyself to him, And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face. All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing. In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee. They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.