Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



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.

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar. Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

and righteous Lot, worn down by the conduct in lasciviousness of the impious, He did rescue, for in seeing and hearing, the righteous man, dwelling among them, day by day the righteous soul with unlawful works was harassing.


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 zeal for Thy house hath consumed me, And the reproaches of Thy reproachers Have fallen upon me.

A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

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.


All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts are for evil,

Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,

All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

For the mouth of wickedness, and the mouth of deceit, Against me they have opened, They have spoken with me -- A tongue of falsehood, and words of hatred! They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause. For my love they oppose me, and I -- prayer! read more.
And they set against me evil for good, And hatred for my love.

A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.


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.


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.

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


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.

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.



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.