Fondare 128 Risultati per: Mir
That thorns and briers should come up in these lands of yours; come up over haunts you loved, in the city that was all mirth! (Isaiah 32, 13)
And has the Lord no pity for Sion, left desolate, no pity on her ruined state? Doubt not he will turn that wilderness into a garden of delight, that loneliness into a paradise; in her, too, mirth and gladness shall be found, there shall be thanksgiving and songs of praise. (Isaiah 51, 3)
But rebellious hearts are like the tempestuous sea that can never find repose; its waters must ever be churning up mire and scum. (Isaiah 57, 20)
In the townships of Juda, in the streets of Jerusalem, cries of joy and mirth shall be heard no more, voice of bridegroom and of bride shall be heard no more; the whole land will have turned into a wilderness. (Jeremiah 7, 34)
this doom he utters, the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: You shall live to see the day when cries of joy and mirth, voice of bridegroom and of bride, in this land are heard no more. (Jeremiah 16, 9)
Never again cries of joy and mirth, never again the voice of bridegroom and of bride, never a mill turning, never a lamp to shine. (Jeremiah 25, 10)
here songs of praise shall echo once again, and cries of mirth. They shall increase, that hitherto had dwindled, be exalted, that once were brought low. (Jeremiah 30, 19)
there, says the Lord, you shall hear cries of joy and mirth, voice of bridegroom and voice of bride. There you shall hear men singing, Give thanks to the Lord, the Lord is gracious, his mercy endures for ever, as they bring to his temple the offerings they have vowed. Your country’s doom shall be reversed, says the divine promise, and all shall be as of old. (Jeremiah 33, 11)
So they had their way with Jeremias; he should be left helpless in the cistern of Melchias the son of Amelech,✻ there in the court where the prisoners were kept. Into the cistern they lowered him with ropes; there was no water in it now, only mire, and into the mire he sank. (Jeremiah 38, 6)
gone, all our mirth, all our music drowned in sadness. (Lamentations 5, 15)
no more the cry of joy and mirth, no more the voice of bridegroom and of bride; untrodden the whole land shall be, and uninhabited. (Baruch 2, 23)
Poor Ephraim, ever since he set his face towards the mire, all is oppression with him, all is judgement gone amiss. (Hosea 5, 11)
