Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Isn’t Ephraim a precious son to Me,
a delightful child?
Whenever I speak against him,
I certainly still think about him.
Therefore, My inner being yearns for him;
I will truly have compassion on him.
This is the Lord’s declaration.


Joseph hurried out because he was overcome with emotion for his brother, and he was about to weep. He went into an inner room to weep.

The woman whose son was alive spoke to the king because she felt great compassion for her son. “My lord, give her the living baby,” she said, “but please don’t have him killed!”

But the other one said, “He will not be mine or yours. Cut him in two!”

I am churning within and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.

I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are disjointed;
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.

My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony!
Oh, the pain in my heart!
My heart pounds;
I cannot be silent.
For you, my soul,
have heard the sound of the ram’s horn—
the shout of battle.

ר ReshLord, see how I am in distress.
I am churning within;
my heart is broken,
for I have been very rebellious.
Outside, the sword takes the children;
inside, there is death.



because your heart was tender and you humbled yourself before the Lord when you heard what I spoke against this place and against its inhabitants, that they would become a desolation and a curse, and because you have torn your clothes and wept before Me, I Myself have heard you—this is the Lord’s declaration—

I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are disjointed;
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.


Afterward, David’s conscience bothered him because he had cut off the corner of Saul’s robe.

God has made my heart faint;
the Almighty has terrified me.


They are to eat the meat that night; they should eat it, roasted over the fire along with unleavened bread and bitter herbs.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me. My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me. My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.


I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are disjointed;
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.