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  • But the crop of the throat, and the feathers he shall cast beside the altar at the east side, in the place where the ashes are wont to be poured out, (Leviticus 1, 16)

  • And I pursued after them, and struck them, and delivered it out of their mouth: and they rose up against me, and I caught them by the throat, and I strangled and killed them. (1 Samuel 17, 35)

  • He will spare it, and not leave it, and will hide it in his throat. (Job 20, 13)

  • The rulers held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to their throat. (Job 29, 10)

  • Their throat is an open sepulchre: they dealt deceitfully with their tongues: judge them, O God. Let them fall from their devices: according to the multitude of their wickedness cast them out: for they have provoked thee, O Lord. (Psalms 5, 11)

  • They are all gone aside, they are become unprofitable together: there is none that doth good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they acted deceitfully; the poison of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of cursing and bitterness; their feet are swift to shed blood. Destruction and unhappiness in their ways: and the way of peace they have not known: there is no fear of God before their eyes. (Psalms 13, 3)

  • They have hands and feel not: they have feet and walk not: neither shall they cry out through their throat. (Psalms 113, 15)

  • For the lips of a harlot are like a honeycomb dropping, and her throat is smoother than oil. (Proverbs 5, 3)

  • And put a knife to thy throat, if it be so that thou have thy soul in thy own power. (Proverbs 23, 2)

  • Fat honey, my son, because it is good, and the honeycomb most sweet to thy throat: (Proverbs 24, 13)

  • His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. (Song of Solomon 5, 16)

  • Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate. (Song of Solomon 7, 9)


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