Fondare 2637 Risultati per: Chosen People
Deprive Babylon of the man who sows, of the man who wields the sickle at harvest. Away from the devastating sword, let everyone return to his own people, let everyone flee to his own country! (Jeremiah 50, 16)
Yahweh Sabaoth says this: The people of Israel are oppressed (and the people of Judah too), all their captors hold them fast, they will not let them go. (Jeremiah 50, 33)
A sword against her horses, her chariots and the conglomeration of people inside her: may they be like women! A sword against her treasures: may they be plundered! (Jeremiah 50, 37)
Look, a people is coming from the north, a mighty nation; from the far ends of the earth many kings are stirring. (Jeremiah 50, 41)
Get out of her, my people; save your lives, each one of you, from Yahweh's furious anger. (Jeremiah 51, 45)
Nebuzaradan commander of the guard deported (some of the poor people and) the remainder of the population left in the city, the deserters who had gone over to the king of Babylon, and the rest of the artisans. (Jeremiah 52, 15)
But Nebuzaradan commander of the guard left some of the poor country-people behind as vineyard workers and ploughmen. (Jeremiah 52, 16)
The number of people deported by Nebuchadnezzar was as follows. In the seventh year: three thousand and twenty-three Judaeans; (Jeremiah 52, 28)
How deserted she sits, the city once thronged with people! Once the greatest of nations, she is now like a widow. Once the princess of states, she is now put to forced labour. (Lamentations 1, 1)
Jerusalem remembers her days of misery and distress; when her people fell into the enemy's clutches there was no one to help her. Her enemies looked on and laughed at her downfall. (Lamentations 1, 7)
All her people are groaning, looking for something to eat; they have bartered their treasures for food, to keep themselves alive. Look, Yahweh, and consider how despised I am! (Lamentations 1, 11)
My eyes are worn out with weeping, my inmost being is in ferment, my heart plummets at the destruction of my young people, as the children and babies grow faint in the streets of the city. (Lamentations 2, 11)
