Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

Therefore, thus said Jehovah of Hosts: Lo, I am refining them, and have tried them, For how do I do because of the daughter of My people? A slaughtering arrow is their tongue, Deceit it hath spoken in its mouth, Peace with its neighbour it speaketh, And in its heart it layeth its ambush, For these things do not I see after them? An affirmation of Jehovah, Against a nation such as this doth not My soul avenge itself?



because many leading astray did enter into the world, who are not confessing Jesus Christ coming in flesh; this one is he who is leading astray, and the antichrist.

And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

A true witness is delivering souls, And a deceitful one breatheth out lies.

As one pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death, So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, 'Am not I playing?'

The poor and the man of frauds have met together, Jehovah is enlightening the eyes of them both.

Cursed is he who is doing the work of Jehovah slothfully, And cursed is he Who is withholding his sword from blood.

And cursed is a deceiver, who hath in his drove a male, And is vowing, and is sacrificing a marred thing to the Lord, For a great king am I, said Jehovah of Hosts, And My name is revered among nations!


And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!




wild waves of a sea, foaming out their own shames; stars going astray, to whom the gloom of the darkness to the age hath been kept.

His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.

For a cup is in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!

When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!


And yet a little, and the wicked is not, And thou hast considered his place, and it is not.


And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

For His blessed ones do possess the land, And His reviled ones are cut off.


Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.

Do not much wrong, neither be thou a fool, why dost thou die within thy time?

Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.