Löydetty 1019 Tulokset: House Of Prayer
full of good counsel to the last; how she was to give father-in-law and mother-in-law their due, love her husband, be mistress in her own house, order it well, and prove herself the perfection of a woman. (Tobit 10, 13)
Yet he was not to reach the house first. The dog that had accompanied him on his travels ran on before him, heralding the good news with the caress of his wagging tail. (Tobit 11, 9)
Prayer, fasting, and alms, said he, here is better treasure to lay up than any store of gold. (Tobit 12, 8)
When thou, Tobias, wert praying, and with tears, when thou wert burying the dead, leaving thy dinner untasted, so as to hide them all day in thy house, and at night give them funeral, I, all the while, was offering that prayer of thine to the Lord. (Tobit 12, 12)
Meanwhile, in good earnest, the whole nation made appeal to the Lord, doing penance, men and women alike, with fast and prayer. (Judith 4, 8)
Lord, they cried, God of heaven and earth, leave not this insolence unregarded, our distress unrelieved, the prayer of thy chosen servants unheeded! Give proof, now, that those who trust in thee are never forsaken, that the presumptuous, who boast of their own strength, are ever brought low! (Judith 6, 15)
So they made an end of weeping; and now, their day of public prayer over, they offered Achior consolation. (Judith 6, 16)
And now Ozias, dismissing the assembly, bade Achior to his house and made a great feast for him; (Judith 6, 19)
ever she dwelt cloistered among her maid-servants, in a secret bower she had made for herself on the roof of her house, (Judith 8, 5)
When they had gone, Judith went to her place of prayer, sackcloth her garb, ashes sprinkled over her head, and thus, falling down before the Lord, she cried for mercy: (Judith 9, 1)
thou didst mark down their wives for spoil, their daughters for slavery, their goods as forfeit, to reward the men who had thy honour at heart. Listen now, O Lord my God, to a widow’s prayer. (Judith 9, 3)
Not in the mustering of great armies, Lord, thy power is shewn; not on the well-horsed warrior thy choice falls; never did boasting earn thy favour. Still from a humble soul, an obedient will, the prayer must come that wins thee. (Judith 9, 16)
