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Talált 873 Eredmények: Days

  • that these days of Purim should be observed at their appointed seasons, as Mor'decai the Jew and Queen Esther enjoined upon the Jews, and as they had laid down for themselves and for their descendants, with regard to their fasts and their lamenting. (Esther 9, 31)

  • So they will observe these days in the month of Adar, on the fourteenth and fifteenth of that month, with an assembly and joy and gladness before God, from generation to generation for ever among his people Israel." (Esther 10, 13)

  • Thou knowest my necessity -- that I abhor the sign of my proud position, which is upon my head on the days when I appear in public. I abhor it like a menstruous rag, and I do not wear it on the days when I am at leisure. (Esther 14, 16)

  • And when the days of the feast had run their course, Job would send and sanctify them, and he would rise early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all; for Job said, "It may be that my sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts." Thus Job did continually. (Job 1, 5)

  • And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great. (Job 2, 13)

  • That night -- let thick darkness seize it! let it not rejoice among the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. (Job 3, 6)

  • "Has not man a hard service upon earth, and are not his days like the days of a hireling? (Job 7, 1)

  • My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to their end without hope. (Job 7, 6)

  • I loathe my life; I would not live for ever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath. (Job 7, 16)

  • And though your beginning was small, your latter days will be very great. (Job 8, 7)

  • for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow. (Job 8, 9)

  • "My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good. (Job 9, 25)


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