Trouvé 1169 Résultats pour: Holy City
The city lay under siege till the eleventh year of King Zedekiah. (Jeremiah 52, 5)
In the fourth month, on the ninth day of the month, when famine was raging in the city and there was no food for the populace, (Jeremiah 52, 6)
a breach was made in the city wall. The king and all the fighting men then fled, leaving the city under cover of dark, by way of the gate between the two walls, which is near the king's garden -- the Chaldaeans had surrounded the city -- and made his way towards the Arabah. (Jeremiah 52, 7)
Nebuzaradan commander of the guard deported (some of the poor people and) the remainder of the population left in the city, the deserters who had gone over to the king of Babylon, and the rest of the artisans. (Jeremiah 52, 15)
In the city he took prisoner an official who was in command of the fighting men, seven of the king's personal friends who were discovered in the city, the secretary to the army commander responsible for military conscription, and sixty men of distinction discovered in the city. (Jeremiah 52, 25)
How deserted she sits, the city once thronged with people! Once the greatest of nations, she is now like a widow. Once the princess of states, she is now put to forced labour. (Lamentations 1, 1)
I called to my lovers; they failed me. My priests and my elders expired in the city, as they searched for food to keep themselves alive. (Lamentations 1, 19)
My eyes are worn out with weeping, my inmost being is in ferment, my heart plummets at the destruction of my young people, as the children and babies grow faint in the streets of the city. (Lamentations 2, 11)
They keep saying to their mothers, 'Where is some food?' as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as they breathe their last on their mothers' breasts. (Lamentations 2, 12)
All who pass your way clap their hands at the sight; they whistle and shake their heads over the daughter of Jerusalem, 'Is this the city they call Perfection of Beauty, the joy of the whole world?' (Lamentations 2, 15)
My eyes have grown sore over all the daughters of my city. (Lamentations 3, 51)
Owing to the sins of her prophets and the crimes of her priests, who had shed the blood of the upright, in the heart of the city, (Lamentations 4, 13)
