Fondare 623 Risultati per: Human Sacrifice
Then the Lord said to me, Take a great scroll, and write on it, in thy human penmanship,✻ the words, Spoiler, haste; there’s plunder afoot. (Isaiah 8, 1)
This people, the Lord says, makes profession of worshipping me, does me honour with its lips, but its heart is far from me.✻ If they fear me, it is a lesson they learned from human precepts. (Isaiah 29, 13)
Strength of Egypt is human, not divine; its horses are weak flesh, not immortal spirit; one movement of the Lord’s hand, and down comes rescuer, down falls the rescued, to lie there forgotten. (Isaiah 31, 3)
His altar-hearth Lebanon itself could not feed, victims could not yield enough for his burnt-sacrifice. (Isaiah 40, 16)
No ram of thine offered in burnt-sacrifice to me, no victims of thine to do me honour; little burden have my offerings been to thee, little trouble my meed of incense! (Isaiah 43, 23)
Scented cane✻ thou wouldst not buy to burn for me, nor think to cheer me with the fat of sacrifice; rather, it was I that was burdened, burdened with thy sins; I that was troubled, troubled with thy faithlessness. (Isaiah 43, 24)
What can they do, yonder whole conspiracy, but stand there blushing? They are but craftsmen with human power. See them met there in a body, all struck dumb, every one abashed as his neighbour! (Isaiah 44, 11)
Here is carpenter unfolding his rule; plane smoothes the wood, square and compasses must do their work; and what has he made for you? The figure of a man, that has but human beauty, a man that must have a roof to shelter him. (Isaiah 44, 13)
Logs yonder carpenter will cut, a human hearth to feed; some he brings in to warm himself, kindles more when the bread is a-baking; and the rest? With the rest he makes himself a god to worship, bows down before the thing his own hands have carved! (Isaiah 44, 15)
And now comes ruin unforeseen, comes doom no sacrifice can avert; sudden and strange thy encounter with sorrow. (Isaiah 47, 11)
So many there be that stand gazing in horror; was ever a human form so mishandled, human beauty ever so defaced? (Isaiah 52, 14)
Nay, here is one despised, left out of all human reckoning; bowed with misery, and no stranger to weakness; how should we recognize that face?✻ How should we take any account of him, a man so despised? (Isaiah 53, 3)
