Fondare 158 Risultati per: Dust
What matter, whether a man sit on a throne, or grovel in dust and ashes; (Ecclesiasticus 40, 3)
God took an oath that this should be the father of a renowned posterity; their numbers should rival the dust on the ground, (Ecclesiasticus 44, 22)
let them dwell as exiles in your land; poor Moab,✻ give it sanctuary from threat of the invader! But see, the dust of armies has died down, the guilty wretch has met his end; vanished and gone, who trampled the world under foot! (Isaiah 16, 4)
Nations roaring with the roar of waters in full flood; and then, God will rebuke him, and in a moment he is far away, swept like the dust when a wind blows on the hills, or the whirl of leaves before the storm. (Isaiah 17, 13)
Down they must come, the battlements that crown those walls, lie inglorious in the dust. (Isaiah 25, 12)
Mountain-dwellers he can bring low, towering city walls he can level, level them with the ground, drag them down to the dust. (Isaiah 26, 5)
Fresh life they shall have, Lord, that are thine in death; lost to us, they shall live again. Awake and utter your praises, you that dwell in the dust. The dew thou sendest, Lord, shall bring light to them; only the land of dead heroes thou wilt doom to overthrow. (Isaiah 26, 19)
Then, like fine dust, the hordes that routed thee shall vanish; like a spark that smoulders, thy conquerors shall die away. (Isaiah 29, 5)
What are the nations to him but a drop of water in a bucket, a make-weight on the scales? What are the islands but a handful of dust? (Isaiah 40, 15)
Tell me, who was it summoned his faithful servant✻ from the east, beckoned him to follow? The nations should be at his mercy, kings be subdued at his coming; flying like dust before his sword, scattered like chaff in the wind at the threat of his bow. (Isaiah 41, 2)
Dust and ashes are his portion; the fool goes on worshipping, cannot free his own soul from bondage, nor ask if he shelters himself under a lie.✻ (Isaiah 44, 20)
Come down, sit in the dust, poor maid of Babylon; the ground thy seat shall be; no throne any longer for that queen of the Chaldean folk we knew once, so dainty, so delicate. (Isaiah 47, 1)
