Talált 1169 Eredmények: Holy City
Listen, all you peoples, attend, earth and everyone on it! Yahweh intends to give evidence against you, the Lord, from his holy temple. (Micah 1, 2)
Sound the horn, inhabitant of Shaphir! She has not left her city, she who lives in Zaanan. Beth-Ezel is torn from its foundations, from its strong supports. (Micah 1, 11)
Writhe in pain and cry aloud, daughter of Zion, like a woman in labour, for now you must leave the city and camp in the open country; to Babylon you must go, and there you will be rescued; there Yahweh will ransom you from the clutches of your enemies. (Micah 4, 10)
Yahweh's voice! He thunders to the city, 'Listen, tribe of assembled citizens! (Micah 6, 9)
Disaster to the city of blood, packed throughout with lies, stuffed with booty, where plundering has no end! (Nahum 3, 1)
Surely you, Yahweh, are from ancient times, my holy God, who never dies! Yahweh, you have appointed him to execute judgement; O Rock, you have set him firm to punish. (Habakkuk 1, 12)
Since you have plundered many nations, all the nations that remain will plunder you, because of the bloodshed and violence done to the country, to the city and to all who live in it. (Habakkuk 2, 8)
Disaster to anyone who builds a town with bloodshed and founds a city on wrong-doing! (Habakkuk 2, 12)
For the violence done to the Lebanon will overwhelm you and the massacre of animals will terrify you, because of the bloodshed and violence done to the country, to the city and to all who live in it. Disaster to anyone who says to the log, 'Wake up!', to the dumb stone, 'On your feet!' (This is the prophecy!) Look, he is encased in gold and silver,-- but not a breath of life inside it! (Habakkuk 2, 17)
But Yahweh is in his holy Temple: let the whole earth be silent before him. (Habakkuk 2, 20)
Eloah comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Pause His majesty covers the heavens, and his glory fills the earth. (Habakkuk 3, 3)
This is what the city will be like, once living happy and carefree and thinking to itself, 'I have no rival -- not I!' And what will it be now? A ruin, a lair for wild beasts to rest in, and everyone who passes by will whistle and throw up his hands. (Zephaniah 2, 15)
