Trouvé 848 Résultats pour: Hardened Heart
My heart laments for Moab, once ringed with walled cities as far as Segor; Segor that now moans like a full-grown heifer.✻ There is weeping on the slopes of Luith; along the Oronaim road they wail aloud for misery. (Isaiah 15, 5)
So, from one end of Moab to the other, there is a dirge, everywhere a dirge; for yonder folk, that live content behind walls of hardened brick, tidings of ruin.✻ (Isaiah 16, 7)
For Moab, my inmost being thrills like a harp’s strings; my heart goes out to those brick-walled cities of hers. (Isaiah 16, 11)
What burden for Egypt? See where the Lord comes into Egypt, with the cloud-drift for his chariot, and all the false gods of Egypt tremble, the very heart of Egypt melts away! (Isaiah 19, 1)
if heart fails and I grope in darkness, bewildered over her ruin, the Babylon✻ I love? (Isaiah 21, 4)
here at the ends of the earth his song of triumph has reached us, the boast of his elect.✻ Heart, keep thy secret, heart, keep thy secret; no more of that.But alas, the traitors still betray his cause; treachery is treachery still, and its fruit is treason. (Isaiah 24, 16)
Where heart is true, path lies plain; level the road he treads that wins acceptance with thee. (Isaiah 26, 7)
All through the night my soul has yearned for thee, to thee my heart aspires, watching for the dawn; soon thou wilt execute thy decrees on earth, and the whole world shall know how just thou art. (Isaiah 26, 9)
This people, the Lord says, makes profession of worshipping me, does me honour with its lips, but its heart is far from me.✻ If they fear me, it is a lesson they learned from human precepts. (Isaiah 29, 13)
The reckless man, that speaks ever recklessly, his heart set on mischief, still full of empty show, and blasphemy against the Lord; food to the hungry, drink to the thirsty denying still! (Isaiah 32, 6)
Thrills the barren desert with rejoicing; the wilderness takes heart, and blossoms, fair as the lily. (Isaiah 35, 1)
Remember, Lord, I entreat thee, a life that has kept true to thee, an innocent heart; how I did ever what was thy will. And Ezechias wept bitterly. (Isaiah 38, 3)
