Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.


Upon me, hath rested thine indignation, And, with all thy breakers, hast thou caused affliction. Selah.

Then, the waters, had whelmed us, the torrent, gone over our soul;

Though My Lord, should give you bread in short measure and water in scant allowance Yet will thy Teacher not hide himself any more, But thine eyes shall ever be looking on thy Teacher.

The waters, encompassed me, to the peril of my life, The roaring deep, enveloped me, - The sea-weed, was wrapped about my head:




O God, thou hast rejected us - hast scattered us, Thou hast been angry, Wilt thou restore us?

Overflowed hath my heart, with an excellent theme, I will recite my poem concerning the king, Be, my tongue, like the pen of a scribe who is skilled.


For, even the Christ, not unto himself gave pleasure, but, even as it is written - The reproaches of them that we reproaching thee, fell upon me:

Save me, O God, For waters have entered as far as the life; I have sunk in deep swamp, Where there is no place to stand, I have come into abysses of waters, Where a flood hath overflowed me; I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat, - Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God. read more.
More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore. O God, thou, hast known my folly, And, my wrong-doings, from thee, have not been hid. Let them not be ashamed, through me, Who have waited for thee, O My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, - Let them not be confounded, through me, Who are seeking thee, O God of Israel! Because, for thy sake, have I borne reproach, Confusion hath covered my face; One estranged, have I become, to my own brethren, Yea, an alien, to the sons of my own mother; Because, zeal for thy house, hath eaten me up, And, the reproaches of them who have reproached thee, have fallen upon me.


Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.


Upon me, hath rested thine indignation, And, with all thy breakers, hast thou caused affliction. Selah.

Then, the waters, had whelmed us, the torrent, gone over our soul;

Though My Lord, should give you bread in short measure and water in scant allowance Yet will thy Teacher not hide himself any more, But thine eyes shall ever be looking on thy Teacher.

The waters, encompassed me, to the peril of my life, The roaring deep, enveloped me, - The sea-weed, was wrapped about my head:



Though My Lord, should give you bread in short measure and water in scant allowance Yet will thy Teacher not hide himself any more, But thine eyes shall ever be looking on thy Teacher.

Thou didst let men ride at our head; We went into fire and into water, But thou didst bring us forth into freedom.




Though My Lord, should give you bread in short measure and water in scant allowance Yet will thy Teacher not hide himself any more, But thine eyes shall ever be looking on thy Teacher.


He sent from on high, he took me, - he drew me out of many waters;