Thematic Bible


Thematic Bible



By reason of all mine adversaries, have I become a reproach. Even to my neighbours, altogether, and a dread to mine acquaintance, - They who have seen me abroad, have fled from me: I have been forgotten, like one dead - out of mind, I have been as a missing vessel.


Thou hast far removed mine acquaintances from me, - Thou hast made me an abomination unto them, Shut up, and I cannot go forth! Verse ConceptsFriendlessnessAbandoning FriendsShutting DoorsFriends FailingPeople Being HatedBest Friendsshunning


For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him; But it is, thou, a man esteemed as mine equal, mine associate, and mine acquaintance; So that together have we been wont to find sweetness in counsel, In the house of God, used we to walk in the throng.


Thou hast far removed mine acquaintances from me, - Thou hast made me an abomination unto them, Shut up, and I cannot go forth! Verse ConceptsFriendlessnessAbandoning FriendsShutting DoorsFriends FailingPeople Being HatedBest Friendsshunning


There rise up witnesses helping forward violence and wrong, What I know not, they demand of me: They repay me evil for good, Bereaving my soul. But, as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth, I humbled, with fasting, my soul, though, my prayer, unto mine own bosom, might return: read more.
Like as for a friend, like as for a brother of mine own, I walked to and fro, As though mourning for a mother, I gloomily bowed myself down. But, in mine overthrow, have they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together, - There gathered themselves together against me foolish men, and I knew it not, They have torn in pieces, and not been silent; Amidst profane praters of perversion, have they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

He hath thrust forth his hands, against them he was wont to salute, he hath violated his covenant; Smoother than curds, were the words of his mouth, But, war, was in his heart, - Softer his words than oil, Yet, they, were drawn swords!