Fondare 2204 Risultati per: End
In skiffs of papyrus reed she sends her ambassadors to the sea-coast! Ay, speed on your errand, but to a people far away, sundered from you by leagues of travel, dreaded people at the end of the earth, race that bears a tyrant’s yoke, in a land that is all rivers like your own.✻ (Isaiah 18, 2)
What a blossoming was here before the time of harvest, how fully formed the buds that were still ripening! But its boughs shall be cut back with the pruning-knife, its straying tendrils shall be torn off and thrown away. (Isaiah 18, 5)
And then the people that is sundered far away, dreaded nation at the ends of the earth, land of the tyrant’s yoke, land of the branching rivers, will bring gifts to the Lord of hosts, betaking itself to mount Sion, where the name of the Lord of hosts is worshipped. (Isaiah 18, 7)
to archer, to chariot, to horseman, Elam sends out her challenge, bids shield come down from its place on the wall. (Isaiah 22, 6)
After this thou wilt be forgotten, thou city of Tyre, for seventy years, long as the life-time of one of thy kings. At the end of those seventy years, Tyre will know the meaning of the harlot’s song, (Isaiah 23, 15)
At the end of those seventy years, the Lord will relent towards Tyre, and send her back to her trafficking; all the world over, with all the world’s kingdoms, she shall play the harlot once more. (Isaiah 23, 17)
One law for priest and people, for master and servant, for mistress and maid; for seller and buyer, for borrower and lender, for debtor and exactor of debts. (Isaiah 24, 2)
here at the ends of the earth his song of triumph has reached us, the boast of his elect.✻ Heart, keep thy secret, heart, keep thy secret; no more of that.But alas, the traitors still betray his cause; treachery is treachery still, and its fruit is treason. (Isaiah 24, 16)
A time is coming when the Lord of hosts will prepare a banquet on this mountain of ours; no meat so tender, no wine so mellow, meat that drips with fat, wine well strained. (Isaiah 25, 6)
death, too, shall be engulfed for ever. No furrowed cheek but the Lord God will wipe away its tears; gone the contempt his people endured in a whole world’s eyes; the Lord has promised it. (Isaiah 25, 8)
live they cannot nor revive, gone down to death with the heroes of long ago; thou hast called them to account, and made an end of them, till the very memory of their names has vanished. (Isaiah 26, 14)
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)
