Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



It was evening when the two angels came to Sodom. Lot was sitting at Sodom’s [city] gate. Seeing them, Lot got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground.

When he mentioned the ark of God, Eli fell off the seat backwards by the side of the [city] gate. His neck was broken and he died, for he was old and heavy. He had judged Israel for forty years.


They who sit in the [city’s] gate talk about me and mock me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.


She calls out at the head of the noisy streets [where large crowds gather];
At the entrance of the city gates she speaks her words:

Thus said the Lord to me: Go and stand in the gate of the sons of the people, through which the kings of Judah enter and through which they go out, and also [stand] in all the gates of Jerusalem. Say to them, Hear the word of the Lord, you kings of Judah, and all Judah, and all the inhabitants of Jerusalem who enter through these gates.



Who improvise to the sound of the harp—
Like David they have composed songs for themselves—


“And I shall turn your festivals and feasts into mourning
And all your songs into dirges (funeral poems to be sung);
And I shall cause sackcloth to be put on everyone’s loins
And baldness on every head [shaved for mourning].
And I shall make that time like a time of mourning for an only son [who has died],
And the end of it shall be like a bitter day.


“Take the noise of your songs away from Me [they are an irritation]!
I shall not even listen to the melody of your harps.


They who sit in the [city’s] gate talk about me and mock me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.



On the [special] day of our king, the princes became sick with the heat of wine;
The king stretched out his hand [in association] with scoffers (lawless people).


They who sit in the [city’s] gate talk about me and mock me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.



Who improvise to the sound of the harp—
Like David they have composed songs for themselves—


“And I shall turn your festivals and feasts into mourning
And all your songs into dirges (funeral poems to be sung);
And I shall cause sackcloth to be put on everyone’s loins
And baldness on every head [shaved for mourning].
And I shall make that time like a time of mourning for an only son [who has died],
And the end of it shall be like a bitter day.


“Take the noise of your songs away from Me [they are an irritation]!
I shall not even listen to the melody of your harps.


They who sit in the [city’s] gate talk about me and mock me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.



Who improvise to the sound of the harp—
Like David they have composed songs for themselves—


“And I shall turn your festivals and feasts into mourning
And all your songs into dirges (funeral poems to be sung);
And I shall cause sackcloth to be put on everyone’s loins
And baldness on every head [shaved for mourning].
And I shall make that time like a time of mourning for an only son [who has died],
And the end of it shall be like a bitter day.


“Take the noise of your songs away from Me [they are an irritation]!
I shall not even listen to the melody of your harps.


They who sit in the [city’s] gate talk about me and mock me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.