Talált 1208 Eredmények: Tor
In wealth did I put my trust, hail the bright gold as my life’s protector; (Job 31, 24)
Uncertain my span of days; what if he should call me suddenly to account, he, my Creator? (Job 32, 22)
enough, now, torment has racked him, let him return to the vigour of his youth! (Job 33, 25)
So, God’s pardon wooed and won, the sick man stands in his presence once more, all thankfulness, restored to favour. (Job 33, 26)
He it is that says Traitor to a crowned king, and finds princes themselves guilty of rebellion. (Job 34, 18)
the storm sweeps them away, forgotten in death as the temple minions are forgotten;✻ (Job 36, 14)
He it is that bids the snows fall over earth, and winter shower, and his fierce storms of rain. (Job 37, 6)
Hast thou found thy way in to see the chambers where snow and hail lie stored, (Job 38, 22)
tell me what power carved out a channel for the tempestuous rain, a vent for the echoing thunderstorm, (Job 38, 25)
then I will acknowledge thee for one whose own strength can bring him victory. (Job 40, 9)
flames come from his jaws, bright as a burning torch, (Job 41, 10)
else must I fall a helpless prey to the lion, be torn in pieces, with none to bring me aid. (Psalms 7, 3)