Found 1271 Results for: Honor Father And Mother
Thus says the Lord, Who can shew writ of separation your mother had from me when I sent her away? Was I in debt, that I must needs sell you as slaves? Nay, if I sold you, it was for your disobedience; it was wanton wife I thrust out of doors. (Isaiah 50, 1)
of Abraham that begot you, of Sara that was your mother; he was a childless man when I called him, and blessed him, and granted him a posterity. (Isaiah 51, 2)
Ay, the Lord’s will it was, overwhelmed he should be with trouble. His life laid down for guilt’s atoning, he shall yet be rewarded; father of a long posterity, instrument of the divine purpose; (Isaiah 53, 10)
Blessed, every man that so lives, every mother’s son that by this rule holds fast, keeps the sabbath holy, and his own hands clear of mischief. (Isaiah 56, 2)
Yet, who is our father, Lord, if not thou? Let Abraham disown us, Israel disclaim his own blood, we are thy sons still; is it not thy boast of old, thou hast paid a price for us? (Isaiah 63, 16)
Yet, Lord, thou art our father; we are but clay, and thou the craftsman who has fashioned us; (Isaiah 64, 8)
Without travail, the mother has given birth; before her time a mother of men. (Isaiah 66, 7)
Thus says the Lord, Peace shall flow through her like a river, the wealth of the nations shall pour into her like a torrent in flood; this shall be the milk you drain, like children carried at the breast, fondled on a mother’s lap. (Isaiah 66, 12)
I will console you then, like a mother caressing her son, and all your consolation shall be in Jerusalem; (Isaiah 66, 13)
I claimed thee for my own before ever I fashioned thee in thy mother’s womb; before ever thou camest to the birth, I set thee apart for myself; I have a prophet’s errand for thee among the nations. (Jeremiah 1, 5)
Stock of wood and block of stone they hailed as the father that had begotten them; on me they turned their backs, and gave me never a glance. And now, in their distress, it is Up, Lord, and bring us rescue! (Jeremiah 2, 27)
Little wonder thou shouldst have been crying out to me, since then, calling me father, calling me the loved friend of thy girlhood’s days; (Jeremiah 3, 4)
