| Isaiah 23 16 |
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. |
| Psalms 77 6 |
I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search. |
| Psalms 45 1 |
My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. |
| Psalms 6 6 |
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. |
| Job 17 11 |
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. |
| Psalms 102 11 |
My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass. |
| Proverbs 25 20 |
As he that taketh away a garment in cold weather, and as vinegar upon nitre, so is he that singeth songs to an heavy heart. |
| Psalms 64 3 |
Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: |
| 2 Samuel 22 35 |
He teacheth my hands to war; so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms. |
| Song of Solomon 2 9 |
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
| James 5 5 |
Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. |
| Psalms 143 5 |
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands. |
| Isaiah 3 3 |
The captain of fifty, and the honourable man, and the counsellor, and the cunning artificer, and the eloquent orator. |
| Luke 3 17 |
Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and will gather the wheat into his garner; but the chaff he will burn with fire unquenchable. |
| Psalms 18 34 |
He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms. |
| 1 Corinthians 13 1 |
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. |
| Matthew 3 12 |
Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire. |
| Song of Solomon 5 2 |
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
| Psalms 34 12 |
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good? |
| Song of Solomon 2 8 |
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
| Deuteronomy 1 33 |
Who went in the way before you, to search you out a place to pitch your tents in, in fire by night, to shew you by what way ye should go, and in a cloud by day. |
| Psalms 103 15 |
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. |
| Song of Solomon 6 10 |
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? |
| Matthew 25 25 |
And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: lo, there thou hast that is thine. |
| Psalms 26 7 |
That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works. |
| 3 John 1 13 |
I had many things to write, but I will not with ink and pen write unto thee: |
| Isaiah 28 23 |
Give ye ear, and hear my voice; hearken, and hear my speech. |
| Psalms 103 5 |
Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's. |
| Psalms 58 7 |
Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces. |
| Acts 13 41 |
Behold, ye despisers, and wonder, and perish: for I work a work in your days, a work which ye shall in no wise believe, though a man declare it unto you. |
| Jeremiah 2 24 |
A wild ass used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind at her pleasure; in her occasion who can turn her away? all they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her. |
| Job 10 1 |
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
| Ezra 7 12 |
Artaxerxes, king of kings, unto Ezra the priest, a scribe of the law of the God of heaven, perfect peace, and at such a time. |
| Song of Solomon 2 14 |
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
| Titus 1 8 |
But a lover of hospitality, a lover of good men, sober, just, holy, temperate; |
| Job 19 2 |
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words? |
| Ecclesiastes 2 23 |
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity. |
| Isaiah 5 1 |
Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: |
| Psalms 88 3 |
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. |
| 2 Corinthians 2 4 |
For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you. |
| James 4 9 |
Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. |
| 2 John 1 12 |
Having many things to write unto you, I would not write with paper and ink: but I trust to come unto you, and speak face to face, that our joy may be full. |
| Acts 25 26 |
Of whom I have no certain thing to write unto my lord. Wherefore I have brought him forth before you, and specially before thee, O king Agrippa, that, after examination had, I might have somewhat to write. |
| Job 34 7 |
What man is like Job, who drinketh up scorning like water? |
| Psalms 104 2 |
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: |
| Philippians 2 2 |
Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. |
| Song of Solomon 6 3 |
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
| Job 30 15 |
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. |
| Psalms 88 18 |
Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness. |
| Psalms 102 3 |
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. |