Talált 2371 Eredmények: Way
and this add: Thus Babylon shall sink, and rise no more out of the calamity I mean to bring upon it; Babylon shall melt away.✻ Here ends the prophecy of Jeremias. (Jeremiah 51, 64)
a breach was made in the walls; and that night all the fighting men made their escape by way of the gate between the two walls, by the royal garden, leaving the Chaldaeans to continue the siege of the city. They chose for their flight the road which leads to the desert, (Jeremiah 52, 7)
and so, a prisoner, the king was borne away to Reblatha, in the Emath country, where Nabuchodonosor passed sentence on him. (Jeremiah 52, 9)
Brazen pillars and brazen stands and the great basin of bronze that stood in the Lord’s temple the Chaldaeans broke up, and took away all the bronze to Babylon; (Jeremiah 52, 17)
for bronze, too, they carried away pot and fork, ladle and cup and saucer, all the appurtenances of worship that were of bronze; (Jeremiah 52, 18)
Prisoners, too, Nabuzardan carried away with him, the two chief priests, Saraias and Sophonias, the three door-keepers from the temple, (Jeremiah 52, 24)
All these were carried away by Nabuzardan to Reblatha, into Nabuchodonosor’s presence; (Jeremiah 52, 26)
Desolate, the streets of Sion; no flocking, now, to the assembly; the gateways lie deserted. Sighs priest, and the maidens go in mourning, so bitter the grief that hangs over all. (Lamentations 1, 4)
Heinously Jerusalem sinned; what wonder if she became an outlaw?✻ How they fell to despising her when they saw her shame, that once flattered her! Deeply she sighed, and turned away her head. (Lamentations 1, 8)
Must fire from heaven waste my whole being, ere I can learn my lesson? Must he catch me in a net, to drag me back from my course? Desolate he leaves me, to pine away all the day long with grief. (Lamentations 1, 13)
Of all I had, the Lord has taken away the noblest; lost to me, all the flower of my chivalry, under his strict audit; Sion, poor maid, here was a wine-press well trodden down! (Lamentations 1, 15)
Grown weary of his altar, from his own sanctuary turning away in abhorrence, the Lord has given up yonder embattled towers to the enemy; their cries ring through the temple like shout of holiday. (Lamentations 2, 7)
