Löydetty 73 Tulokset: song
But they are gone: joy and gladness have now vanished from your orchards. In the vineyards no more singing is heard, no more shout of joy is raised. In the winepresses no foot treads out wine, no voice shouts in exultation, no heart sings a vintage song. (Isaiah 16, 10)
On that day, Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, about the span of a king's life. Then at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in a harlot's song: (Isaiah 23, 15)
Take a harp, go about the city, forgotten harlot, sing your sweetest song, play your best melody, that they may remember you. (Isaiah 23, 16)
No more will they drink wine with a song; strong drink tastes bitter to the drinker. (Isaiah 24, 9)
On that day this song will be sung in the land of Judah: We have a strong city, he himself has set up walls and fortifications to protect us. (Isaiah 26, 1)
Sing a new song to Yahweh; let his praise reach the ends of the earth. Let the sea and all that it holds, let the coastlands and their inhabitants resound with song and praise of him. (Isaiah 42, 10)
Sing gladly, O heavens, for Yahweh has done this. Shout aloud, O earth below! Burst into song, you mountains, you forests with all your trees! For Yahweh has redeemed Jacob and shown his glory to Israel. (Isaiah 44, 23)
Sing, O heavens, and rejoice, O earth; break forth into song, O mountains: for Yahweh has comforted his people and taken pity on those who are afflicted. (Isaiah 49, 13)
Truly Yahweh's compassion is for Zion, his mercy is upon all her ruins. He will make her deserts like Eden, her wastelands like Yahweh's garden. In her will be found joy and rejoicing, melody and song of praise and thanks-giving. (Isaiah 51, 3)
Together your watchmen raise their voices in praise and song; they see Yahweh face to face returning to Zion. (Isaiah 52, 8)
Yes, in joy you will depart, in peace you will be led forth: mountains and hills will break into song before you, trees of the countryside will clap their hands. (Isaiah 55, 12)
Let them hasten to intone a funeral song, and let us weep, our eyes running with tears. (Jeremiah 9, 17)
