Trouvé 1463 Résultats pour: Honor Father And Mother
If you hold back your foot on the sabbath from following your own pursuits on my holy day; If you call the sabbath a delight, and the LORD'S holy day honorable; If you honor it by not following your ways, seeking your own interests, or speaking with malice-- (Isaiah 58, 13)
Then you shall delight in the LORD, and I will make you ride on the heights of the earth; I will nourish you with the heritage of Jacob, your father, for the mouth of the LORD has spoken. (Isaiah 58, 14)
for you are our father. Were Abraham not to know us, nor Israel to acknowledge us, You, LORD, are our father, our redeemer you are named forever. (Isaiah 63, 16)
Yet, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay and you the potter: we are all the work of your hands. (Isaiah 64, 7)
Shall I bring a mother to the point of birth, and yet not let her child be born? says the LORD; Or shall I who allow her to conceive, yet close her womb? says your God. (Isaiah 66, 9)
As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you; in Jerusalem you shall find your comfort. (Isaiah 66, 13)
They who say to a piece of wood, "You are my father," and to a stone, "You gave me birth." They turn to me their backs, not their faces; yet, in their time of trouble they cry out, "Rise up and save us!" (Jeremiah 2, 27)
Even now do you not call me, "My father, you who are the bridegroom of my youth"? (Jeremiah 3, 4)
At that time they will call Jerusalem the LORD'S throne; there all nations will be gathered together to honor the name of the LORD at Jerusalem, and they will walk no longer in their hardhearted wickedness. (Jeremiah 3, 17)
I had thought: How I should like to treat you as sons, And give you a pleasant land, a heritage most beautiful among the nations! You would call me, "My Father," I thought, and never cease following me. (Jeremiah 3, 19)
Yes, I hear the moaning, as of a woman in travail, like the anguish of a mother with her first child- The cry of daughter Zion gasping, as she stretches forth her hands: "Ah, woe is me! I sink exhausted before the slayers!" (Jeremiah 4, 31)
We hear the report of them; helpless fall our hands, Anguish takes hold of us, throes like a mother's in childbirth. (Jeremiah 6, 24)
