Talált 19332 Eredmények: És
The fields of Heshbon languish, the vines of Sibmah wither. The tyrants of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines, those that once reached Jazer, spreading towards the desert, stretching out as far as the sea. (Isaiah 16, 8)
Therefore I weep as Jazer weeps for the vines of Sibmah. I drench you, O Heshbon, O Elealeh, with my tears! For over your fruit and your vintage have been heard loud battle cheers. (Isaiah 16, 9)
But they are gone: joy and gladness have now vanished from your orchards. In the vineyards no more singing is heard, no more shout of joy is raised. In the winepresses no foot treads out wine, no voice shouts in exultation, no heart sings a vintage song. (Isaiah 16, 10)
Like a lyre, therefore, my soul moans for Moab; my heart pines for Kir-areseth. (Isaiah 16, 11)
When Moab appears on the high places, she will only grow weary; when she goes to pray at the sanctuary, it will be to no avail. (Isaiah 16, 12)
now Yahweh says, "Within three years, like the years of a servant bound by contract, the glorious power of Moab will have ceased to command respect, her survivors will be very few and feeble." (Isaiah 16, 14)
On that day the glory of Jacob will fade; the fat of his flesh will waste away. (Isaiah 17, 4)
Yet some gleanings remain, as when an olive tree is beaten - two or three olives are left on the topmost bough, four or five on the fruitful branches, says Yahweh, the God of Israel. (Isaiah 17, 6)
On that day people will look to their Creator, their eyes turned to the Holy One of Israel. (Isaiah 17, 7)
On that day your cities will be like the cities of the Hivites and the Amorites which they abandoned to the Israelites. All will be desolation. (Isaiah 17, 9)
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, you have failed to remember the Rock of your refuge. You may plant the finest plants, you may plant out imported shoots, (Isaiah 17, 10)
you may make them grow on the day you plant them, you may make them blossom on the day you sow, yet they dwindle and the harvest is gone: then you may cry! (Isaiah 17, 11)
