Löydetty 3576 Tulokset: But
But to our matter. We took under our protection, some time since, one Aman, son of Amadathi, a stranger; a Macedonian by race, with no share of our Persian blood, a Macedonian in his nature, whose cruel temper sorts ill with our Persian kindliness.✻ (Esther 16, 10)
He received from us nothing but friendly usage; we would have him called our father, we would have reverence paid to him as one that stood next to the king’s person. (Esther 16, 11)
And ever when their week of feasting was over, Job would send for them,✻ and have them rid of all defilement; next morning, it was his first care to offer burnt-sacrifice for each of them. Who knows, thought he, but they may have committed some fault, these children of mine? Who knows but they may have slighted God in their secret thoughts? Never would he let the day pass without burnt-sacrifice. (Job 1, 5)
when on a sudden a band of Sabæans swept down on them, and carried all away. As for thy men, the Sabæans put them to the sword, and none lives to tell the tale but I. (Job 1, 15)
Even as he spoke, another messenger came in with news of the sheep, how God’s lightning had fallen, devouring sheep and shepherd, so that none was left to tell the tale but he. (Job 1, 16)
And upon the heels of that, in came a third to say that robbers from Chaldæa, in three several bands, had closed in upon the camels and driven them away, killing the men who tended them, so that none was left to tell the tale but he. (Job 1, 17)
And before this one had finished his story, a fourth messenger came in. I come, said he, from thy eldest son’s house, where but now thy sons and daughters sat at their feasting and their wine. (Job 1, 18)
All on a sudden, came a tempestuous wind from across the desert, and beat so on every corner of the house that it fell in, crushing thy children to death amid the ruins of it; none lives to tell the tale but I. (Job 1, 19)
Naked I came, said he, when I left my mother’s womb, and whence I came, naked I must go. The Lord gave, the Lord has taken away; nothing is here befallen but what was the Lord’s will; blessed be the name of the Lord.✻ (Job 1, 21)
Nay, answered the Enemy, skin must suffer before skin grieves.✻ Nothing a man owns, but he will part with it to keep his skin whole. (Job 2, 4)
Had but the womb been the tomb of me, had I died at birth, (Job 3, 11)
Listen; here is a secret that was made known to me; it was but the breath of a whisper overheard. (Job 4, 12)
