Fondare 96 Risultati per: woe
Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of E'phraim, and to the fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of the rich valley of those overcome with wine! (Isaiah 28, 1)
Woe to those who hide deep from the LORD their counsel, whose deeds are in the dark, and who say, "Who sees us? Who knows us?" (Isaiah 29, 15)
"Woe to the rebellious children," says the LORD, "who carry out a plan, but not mine; and who make a league, but not of my spirit, that they may add sin to sin; (Isaiah 30, 1)
Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and rely on horses, who trust in chariots because they are many and in horsemen because they are very strong, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel or consult the LORD! (Isaiah 31, 1)
Woe to you, destroyer, who yourself have not been destroyed; you treacherous one, with whom none has dealt treacherously! When you have ceased to destroy, you will be destroyed; and when you have made an end of dealing treacherously, you will be dealt with treacherously. (Isaiah 33, 1)
I form light and create darkness, I make weal and create woe, I am the LORD, who do all these things. (Isaiah 45, 7)
"Woe to him who strives with his Maker, an earthen vessel with the potter! Does the clay say to him who fashions it, `What are you making'? or `Your work has no handles'? (Isaiah 45, 9)
Woe to him who says to a father, `What are you begetting?' or to a woman, `With what are you in travail?'" (Isaiah 45, 10)
Behold, he comes up like clouds, his chariots like the whirlwind; his horses are swifter than eagles -- woe to us, for we are ruined! (Jeremiah 4, 13)
For I heard a cry as of a woman in travail, anguish as of one bringing forth her first child, the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands, "Woe is me! I am fainting before murderers." (Jeremiah 4, 31)
"Prepare war against her; up, and let us attack at noon!" "Woe to us, for the day declines, for the shadows of evening lengthen!" (Jeremiah 6, 4)
Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous. But I said, "Truly this is an affliction, and I must bear it." (Jeremiah 10, 19)
