Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

And it grew great, even to the host of heaven; and it cast down some of the host and of the stars to the ground, and stamped upon them. Yes, he magnified himself even to the prince of the host, and by him the daily sacrifice was taken away, and the place of his sanctuary was cast down. And a host was given him against the daily sacrifice by reason of transgression, and it cast down the truth to the ground; and it practiced, and prospered. read more.
Then I heard one saint speaking, and another saint said to that certain saint who spoke, How long shall be the vision concerning the daily sacrifice, and the transgression of desolation, to give both the sanctuary and the host to be trodden under foot?

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.


Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

And shall consume the glory of his forest, and of his fruitful field, both soul and body: and they shall be as when a standard-bearer fainteth.

How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?


Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

As the mountains are round Jerusalem, so the LORD is around his people from henceforth even for ever.

Jerusalem is built as a city that is compact together:

And thou, O tower of the flock, the strong hold of the daughter of Zion, to thee shall it come, even the first dominion; the kingdom shall come, to the daughter of Jerusalem.


Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.


Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.



Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.