Fondare 106 Risultati per: sister
But Josabeth the king's daughter took Joas the son of Ochozias, and stole him from among the king's sons that were slain. And she hid him with his nurse in a bedchamber: now Josabeth that hid him, was daughter of king Joram, wife of Joiada the high priest, and sister of Ochozias, and therefore Athalia did not kill him. (2 Chronicles 22, 11)
And now, Lord, thou knowest, that not for fleshly lust do I take my sister to wife, but only for the love of posterity, in which thy name may be blessed for ever and ever. (Tobit 8, 9)
If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister. (Job 17, 14)
Say to wisdom: Thou art my sister: and call prudence thy friend, (Proverbs 7, 4)
Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to? (Song of Solomon 8, 8)
And when she had done all these things, I said: Return to me, and she did not return. And her treacherous sister Juda saw, (Jeremiah 3, 7)
That because the rebellious Israel had played the harlot, I had put her away, and had given her a bill of divorce: yet her treacherous sister Juda was not afraid, but went and played the harlot also herself. (Jeremiah 3, 8)
