Löydetty 353 Tulokset: Voice In The Wilderness
In the townships of Juda, in the streets of Jerusalem, cries of joy and mirth shall be heard no more, voice of bridegroom and of bride shall be heard no more; the whole land will have turned into a wilderness. (Jeremiah 7, 34)
Oh that some lodging-place in the wilderness for me were dwelling-place, far from the haunts of my own people, that are faithless lovers, rebel subjects all! (Jeremiah 9, 2)
Come now, who is wise enough to read the riddle, to what spokesman shall the Lord’s proclamation be entrusted, when he tells us why the land lies ruined, burnt up like the wilderness, and never a passer-by? (Jeremiah 9, 12)
At the sound of his voice, what mustering of the waters overhead! He summons up the cloud-wrack from the world’s end, turns the lightning into a rain-storm, brings the winds out of his store-house;✻ (Jeremiah 10, 13)
An olive-tree, sturdy and fair and fruitful, so it was the Lord loved to think of thee; and now, at the sound of his majestic voice,✻ fire breaks out in it, and all those shoots are burned away. (Jeremiah 11, 16)
Drovers a many have laid waste my vineyard, trampled down my lands; the land I loved so, turned into a lonely wilderness! (Jeremiah 12, 10)
this doom he utters, the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: You shall live to see the day when cries of joy and mirth, voice of bridegroom and of bride, in this land are heard no more. (Jeremiah 16, 9)
Get thee gone, faithless people, to Lebanon, and cry out there; fill Basan with thy voice, and let Abarim✻ echo the cry again; ruin has overtaken all those lovers of thine. (Jeremiah 22, 20)
In the days of thy ease, I gave thee warning, but thou wouldst not listen; it was ever thus from thy girlhood’s days, my voice went unheard. (Jeremiah 22, 21)
A message to the prophets: Crushed is the heart in me, and my whole being trembles; my thoughts whirl like a drunken man’s, bemused by a divine presence, by awe of a divine voice. (Jeremiah 23, 9)
Never again cries of joy and mirth, never again the voice of bridegroom and of bride, never a mill turning, never a lamp to shine. (Jeremiah 25, 10)
With such words as these thou shalt prophesy to them: From on high, from his holy dwelling-place, the Lord makes his voice heard, terrible as lion roaring; as roar of lion against sheep-fold, and that fold his own! Loud echoes his vintage-cry as he treads down all the dwellers on earth; (Jeremiah 25, 30)
