Trouvé 298 Résultats pour: Eternal Shame
Why, you are all empty air, a nothing that nothing can effect; he courts his own shame, that makes choice of you. (Isaiah 41, 24)
What empty minds be theirs, that idols fashion! What help found any of them yet in his own darling inventions? Confess they, and to their shame, that these have neither sight nor thought. (Isaiah 44, 9)
Israel has found deliverance in the Lord, eternal deliverance; while ages last, no shame, no disappointment for you. (Isaiah 45, 17)
Thou shalt be exposed to shame, thy naked form uncovered; I mean to take vengeance on thee, and no man shall stay my hand. (Isaiah 47, 3)
The Lord God is my helper; and that help cannot play me false; meet them I will, and with a face unmoved as flint; not mine to suffer the shame of defeat; (Isaiah 50, 7)
Lift up your eyes to the heavens, cast them down to earth again; those heavens shall vanish like smoke, that earth be fretted away like a garment, and all who dwell on it share the same destruction; my saving power is eternal, my faithfulness inexhaustible. (Isaiah 51, 6)
crumble away they must, like garment the worms have eaten, like wool fretted by the moth; my saving power is eternal, my faithfulness lives on from age to age. (Isaiah 51, 8)
Now, too, men the Lord has ransomed will come home again to Sion, praising him as they go. Eternal happiness crowns them, joy and happiness in their grasp now, sorrow and sighing fled far away. (Isaiah 51, 11)
Not thine to fear disappointment, not thine to blush for hopes unfulfilled; forget, henceforward, the shame of younger days, the reproach of thy widowed state; think upon it no more. (Isaiah 54, 4)
Hid I my face from thee, it was for a short while, till my anger should be spent; love that takes pity on thee shall be eternal, says the Lord, thy ransomer. (Isaiah 54, 8)
To my summons give heed and hearing; so your spirits shall revive; a fresh covenant awaits you, this time eternal; gracious promise of mine to David shall be ratified now.✻ (Isaiah 55, 3)
Over whom would you make merry, with open mouth and hanging tongue? What are you but the sons of shame, a bastard race? (Isaiah 57, 4)
