Thematic Bible: Who shall have sorrow


Thematic Bible




Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes? They who tarry over wine, they who go in to search for mixed wine.



My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, - He kept wakening - morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed; My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, - Away, turned I not: My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, - My face, hid I not from insult and spitting. read more.
Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, - Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame. At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, - Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me! Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them. Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, - That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God. Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, - Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.

But, ye are they - Who forsake Yahweh Who forget my holy mountain - Who prepare, for Fortune, a table and Who fill for Destiny, mixed wine; Therefore will I destine you to the sword, And, ye all, to the slaughter, shall bow down. Because I called and ye answered not, I spake, and ye hearkened not, - But did that which was wicked in mine eyes, And o that wherein I delighted not, ye made choice, Therefore, Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, - Lo! my servants, shall eat but, ye, shall be famished, Lo! my servants, shall drink but, ye shall be thirsty, - Lo! my servants, shall rejoice but ye, shall turn pale; read more.
Lo! my servants, shall shout in triumph for mirth of heart But, ye, shall make outcry, for pain of heart, And for a breaking of spirit, shall ye howl.