Trouvé 108 Résultats pour: sister
But Jehosheba, the daughter of the king, took Joash, the son of Ahaziah, and stole him from the midst the king’s sons when they were being slain. And she hid him with his nurse in a bedroom. Now Jehosheba, the one who had hidden him, was the daughter of king Jehoram, and the wife of the high priest Jehoiada, and the sister of Ahaziah. And because of this, Athaliah did not kill him. (2 Chronicles 22, 11)
And now, O Lord, you know that I take my sister in conjugal union, not by reason of worldly pleasure, but solely for the love of posterity, in which your name may be blessed forever and ever.” (Tobit 8, 9)
I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.” (Job 17, 14)
And he seized the city of Jazer, and her sister cities, and he returned to Judea. (1 Maccabees 5, 8)
And so Judas and his brothers went out and assailed the sons of Esau, in the land that is toward the south, and he struck Hebron and her sister cities, and he burned its walls and the towers all around it with fire. (1 Maccabees 5, 65)
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and call prudence your friend. (Proverbs 7, 4)
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck. (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain. (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night. (Song of Solomon 5, 4)
Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon? (Song of Solomon 8, 9)
