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Talált 458 Eredmények: Hands

  • It was I framed the earth, and created man to dwell in it; it was my hands that spread out the heavens, my voice that marshalled the starry host; (Isaiah 45, 12)

  • This, too, the Lord says: all the toil of Egypt, all the merchandise of Ethiopia, and tall slaves from Sabaea shall come into thy power and be thine; they shall walk behind thee, their hands manacled as they go, paying thee reverence, and crying out, God is with thee, with thee only; there is no God where thou art not.✻ (Isaiah 45, 14)

  • Why, I have cut thy image on the palms of my hands; those walls of thine dwell before my eyes continually. (Isaiah 49, 16)

  • Blessed, every man that so lives, every mother’s son that by this rule holds fast, keeps the sabbath holy, and his own hands clear of mischief. (Isaiah 56, 2)

  • the bloodstained hands, the itching fingers, lying lips, and tongues that whisper of treachery. (Isaiah 59, 3)

  • Blind men that grope along a wall, hands, not eyes, to shew the way, stumble we at noonday as though benighted; we are dead men in a world of shadows. (Isaiah 59, 10)

  • Strangers they shall be that tend your flocks for you, farm and vineyard alien hands shall till; (Isaiah 61, 5)

  • Outstretched these hands of mine, all the day long, to a nation of rebels, straying this way and that as the mood takes them, (Isaiah 65, 2)

  • that once built houses for others to occupy, planted what others should enjoy; my people shall live to the age of trees and see the work of their own hands wear out before them. (Isaiah 65, 22)

  • There is blood on thy hands, the blood of friendless folk and innocent. It is not thieves I have found, but men guilty of such crimes as these.✻ (Jeremiah 2, 34)

  • thence, too, thou shalt come away wringing thy hands; all the confidence thou hast the Lord means to destroy; thou shalt make no shift with Egypt. (Jeremiah 2, 37)

  • Cries of anguish I hear, as from a woman in the throes of travail; it is queen Sion, gasping out her life, and crying with hands outspread, Woe is me, I swoon away, here in the slaughter-house! (Jeremiah 4, 31)


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