Talált 1238 Eredmények: Fall Of Jerusalem
This tell them from the Lord God, A princely burden!✻ Here went the prince that rules over Jerusalem, and over all such Israelites as dwell in their native country. (Ezekiel 12, 10)
and this message send from the Lord God to thy countrymen that are left at home: Never citizen of Jerusalem, never inhabitant of Israel, but must eat in fear, put cup to his lips unmanned, till at last unmanned it lies, the whole country-side around them, for their guilt that dwelt in it. (Ezekiel 12, 19)
Israel’s prophets, that gave Jerusalem comfort, the Lord says, promising all should be well when all went amiss. (Ezekiel 13, 16)
And what of Jerusalem, says the Lord God, when I send all four plagues on her at once, sword and famine and wild beast and pestilence, till men nor cattle are left alive there? (Ezekiel 14, 21)
A remnant only shall survive, sons and daughters of your race led out into exile. When these reach you, and you find out what manner of folk they are in thought and deed, for the sorrows of Jerusalem you shall weep no more, though I have plagued her so abundantly. (Ezekiel 14, 22)
And I, the Lord says, that destined yonder wild vine to feed the oven, have decreed for the citizens of Jerusalem no other destiny. (Ezekiel 15, 6)
And now, son of man, do thou confront Jerusalem with the record of her misdoings. (Ezekiel 16, 2)
bidding me ask the rebel brood, Were they at a loss for the meaning of it? This tells how Nabuchodonosor came to Jerusalem, carried off the king and princes and took them away to Babylon; (Ezekiel 17, 12)
and all that escape with him, nay, his whole army, must fall by the sword, or survive scattered to the four winds; you shall learn what manner of God you worship. (Ezekiel 17, 21)
Why then, son of man, towards Jerusalem turn thee, pour out thy complaint sanctuarywards, and let the land of Israel hear thee prophesy. (Ezekiel 21, 2)
whetted for slaughter, polished to dazzle as lightning does. Never a tree but must fall at thy onset, woodman who art to overthrow the sceptre my son wields.✻ (Ezekiel 21, 10)
Cry aloud, son of man, and bewail thee, that on my people it must fall, and all the princes of Israel that are left; prince and people, doomed to perish by the sword; smite on thy thigh most dolorously. (Ezekiel 21, 12)
