Talált 4310 Eredmények: Men
All is vain promise and making of treaties; never a furrow in your land but shall yield the bitter fruit of punishment.✻ (Hosea 10, 4)
and with that, vanish the hill-shrines of false worship, Israel’s darling sin; grows thorn and thistle on their altars; no prayer have the men of Israel now but that mountains should fall on them, hills should bury them alive. (Hosea 10, 8)
A jealous chastiser I will be to them; twofold their guilt, and many the nations I will muster for their chastisement. (Hosea 10, 10)
Here is Ephraim boasting that he has grown rich, has found a false god to worship; will not these earnings of mine, thinks he, buy me out from the punishment I have deserved?✻ (Hosea 12, 8)
Come back, men of Israel, with a plea ready on your lips: Pardon all our guilt, and take the best we have in return;✻ the praises we utter shall be our victims now. (Hosea 14, 3)
No longer we will find refuge in Assyrian help, mount our men on horses from Egypt;✻ no longer will we give the name of gods to the things our own hands have made; thou art the friend of the friendless who trust in thee. (Hosea 14, 4)
Alas, for husbandman’s labour lost, for vintage-song turned to lament! Alas for harvest perished, (Joel 1, 11)
Mourn, priests, and lament; in mourners’ garb go about your work at the altar; ministers of God, to his presence betake you, and there, in sackcloth, keep vigil; your God’s house, that offering of bread and wine has none! (Joel 1, 13)
Here in our sight, here in the temple of our God, the festal cheer abolished, all the contentment, all the rejoicing! (Joel 1, 16)
The trumpet, there, in Sion! On yonder mountain-height, my sanctuary, sound the alarm! Tremble, fellow-countrymen, one and all; the day of the Lord is coming, coming so soon. (Joel 2, 1)
It is your hearts, not the garments you wear, that must be torn asunder. Come back to the Lord your God; he is ever gracious and merciful, ever patient and rich in pardon; threatens he calamity, even now he is ready to forgive. (Joel 2, 13)
Hark how the priests, that wait upon the Lord, make lament between porch and altar, crying aloud: Spare thy people, Lord, spare them; thy chosen people, do not put them to the shame of obeying heathen masters! Wilt thou let the Gentiles ask, What has become of their God? (Joel 2, 17)
