Talált 842 Eredmények: Earth
In skiffs of papyrus reed she sends her ambassadors to the sea-coast! Ay, speed on your errand, but to a people far away, sundered from you by leagues of travel, dreaded people at the end of the earth, race that bears a tyrant’s yoke, in a land that is all rivers like your own.✻ (Isaiah 18, 2)
All you peoples of the world, all you that dwell on earth, wait till you see the signal raised on the mountains, till you hear the trumpet sound. (Isaiah 18, 3)
And then the people that is sundered far away, dreaded nation at the ends of the earth, land of the tyrant’s yoke, land of the branching rivers, will bring gifts to the Lord of hosts, betaking itself to mount Sion, where the name of the Lord of hosts is worshipped. (Isaiah 18, 7)
Dwellers in this nook of earth, they will cry out, Here lay all our hope; these were to be our protectors, and bring us deliverance when the king of Assyria came! And what of us? For us no refuge now. (Isaiah 20, 6)
Who was it plotted the downfall of Tyre, a city once so rich in crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traffickers were among the great men of the earth? (Isaiah 23, 8)
He, the Lord of hosts, designed it; who else drags in the mire the boaster’s pride, brings all the great men of the earth into derision? (Isaiah 23, 9)
Look you, the Lord means to make earth a void, a wilderness; twist it out of shape, and scatter its inhabitants far and wide. (Isaiah 24, 1)
Earth drained to its dregs, earth ravaged and ransacked; such decree the Lord has uttered. (Isaiah 24, 3)
Earth woebegone and withered, a world that withers and grows feeble; how feeble they have grown now, the great ones of the earth! (Isaiah 24, 4)
Poor earth, polluted by the men that dwell on it; they have broken God’s law, traversed the decree he made for them, violated his eternal covenant with men; (Isaiah 24, 5)
In the midst of the wide earth, among those many peoples, what shall be left? A remnant, the last olives that are shaken from the tree, the gleanings that remain when vintage-time is over. (Isaiah 24, 13)
here at the ends of the earth his song of triumph has reached us, the boast of his elect.✻ Heart, keep thy secret, heart, keep thy secret; no more of that.But alas, the traitors still betray his cause; treachery is treachery still, and its fruit is treason. (Isaiah 24, 16)
