Löydetty 1017 Tulokset: High Priest
By his own life he has sworn it, that King whose name is the Lord of hosts; Pharao’s conqueror is on the way, towering high as Thabor among the hills, as Carmel above the sea. (Jeremiah 46, 18)
And thus to Moab speaks the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel. Alas for Nabo, spoiled and shamed, for Cariathaim taken, the high fortress humbled, a prey to alarms! (Jeremiah 48, 1)
The boasting of Moab has long been in our ears,✻ as it was ever boastful; proud, scornful, boastful Moab, with head so high in air! (Jeremiah 48, 29)
Well I know, the Lord says, those high pretensions of hers, that have no strength to warrant them, those dreams that never come true! (Jeremiah 48, 30)
For Moab my heart wails like the wailing of flutes, wailing of flutes for those brick-walled cities of hers; too high she aimed, and see, they lie in ruins. (Jeremiah 48, 36)
till now, pride and the insolence of thy heart deluded thee, so safe thy nest among the rock-crevices, so close thou didst cling to the mountain summits; but now, be thy eyrie high as the eagle’s, I will yet drag thee down, the Lord says.✻ (Jeremiah 49, 16)
An eagle’s flight yonder conqueror has, to soar high and sweep down on Bosra; cowed as woman’s heart in child-bearing are the warrior hearts of Edom. (Jeremiah 49, 22)
Alas, we sought a cure for Babylon, but curing her there was none; time it is we left her, and went back each to his own land; towers heaven-high the measure of her punishment, and is lost among the clouds. (Jeremiah 51, 9)
let Babylon scale the skies, fortify her walls heaven-high, they shall yet find their way in, the spoilers that do my errand, the Lord says. (Jeremiah 51, 53)
That wide wall of Babylon, says the Lord of hosts, shall be dismantled at last, those high gates burnt. So men labour for nothing; so the toil of nations perishes in the fire.✻ (Jeremiah 51, 58)
each pillar was eighteen cubits high, twelve cubits round, and four fingers thick, and they were hollow within. (Jeremiah 52, 21)
Desolate, the streets of Sion; no flocking, now, to the assembly; the gateways lie deserted. Sighs priest, and the maidens go in mourning, so bitter the grief that hangs over all. (Lamentations 1, 4)
