Talált 875 Eredmények: Tree Of Life
The life of the wicked is unceasing torment, the years allotted to the tyrant are numbered. (Job 15, 20)
Like the vine, he will shake off his unripe fruit, like the olive tree, shed his blossom. (Job 15, 33)
For the years of my life are numbered, and I am leaving by the road of no return. (Job 16, 22)
He assails me from all directions to make me vanish; he uproots my hope as he might a tree. (Job 19, 10)
that as long as a shred of life is left in me, and the breath of God breathes in my nostrils, (Job 27, 3)
Terror assails him in broad daylight, and at night a whirlwind sweeps him off. The womb that shaped him forgets him and his name is recalled no longer. Thus wickedness is blasted as a tree is struck. (Job 27, 20)
Pitilessly he is turned into a target, and forced to flee from the hands that menace him. But he who lays mighty hold on tyrants rises up to take away a life that seemed secure. (Job 27, 22)
And now the life in me trickles away, days of grief have gripped me. (Job 30, 16)
Have I not wept for those whose life is hard, felt pity for the penniless? (Job 30, 25)
I, who would not allow my tongue to sin or to lay his life under a curse. (Job 31, 30)
God's was the spirit that made me, Shaddai's the breath that gave me life. (Job 33, 4)
And thus he preserves his soul from the abyss, his life from passing down the Canal. (Job 33, 18)
