Talált 234 Eredmények: PIL
When was it that earth’s dust was piled, and the solid ground was built up? (Job 38, 38)
I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow. (Psalms 6, 7)
I am spent as spilt water, all my bones out of joint, my heart turned to molten wax within me; (Psalms 21, 15)
my whole soul thirsts for God, the living God; shall I never again make my pilgrimage into God’s presence? (Psalms 41, 3)
How pleasant was the companionship we shared, thou and I; how lovingly we walked as fellow pilgrims in the house of God! (Psalms 54, 15)
Like spilt water let them run to waste, shoot none but harmless arrows; (Psalms 57, 8)
gave all their harvest over to the caterpillar, their tillage to the locust, (Psalms 77, 46)
How blessed is the man who finds his strength in thee! Where there are hearts set on pilgrimage, (Psalms 83, 6)
right and justice are the pillars of thy throne; mercy and faithfulness the heralds of thy coming. (Psalms 88, 15)
See where he sits, clouds and darkness about him, justice and right the pillars of his throne; (Psalms 96, 2)
His voice came to them from the pillar of cloud; so it was they heard the decrees, the command he gave them. (Psalms 98, 7)
Not far away, in the hill-country, lie Gorgias and his army; first meet you and beat you the enemy, and then you shall fall to your pillaging unafraid. (1 Maccabees 4, 18)
