Boks Temuan| (0.43) | Ecc 6:1 |
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| (0.43) | Ecc 8:6 |
| For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter, for the oppression 1 of the king 2 is severe upon his victim. 3 |
| (0.43) | Ecc 9:8 |
| Let your clothes always be white, and do not spare precious ointment on your head. |
| (0.43) | Ecc 11:1 |
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| (0.43) | Ecc 12:7 |
| and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the life’s breath 1 returns to God who gave it. |
| (0.43) | Sos 1:3 |
| The fragrance 1 of your colognes 2 is delightful; 3 your name 4 is like the finest 5 perfume. 6 No wonder the young women 7 adore 8 you! |
| (0.43) | Sos 3:1 |
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| (0.43) | Sos 3:8 |
| All of them are skilled with a sword, 1 well-trained in the art of warfare. 2 Each has his sword at his side, to guard against the terrors of the night. |
| (0.43) | Sos 4:4 |
| Your neck is like the tower 1 of David built with courses of stones; 2 one thousand shields are hung on it – all shields of valiant warriors. 3 |
| (0.43) | Sos 5:7 |
| The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls! |
| (0.43) | Sos 5:15 |
| His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. |
| (0.43) | Sos 7:5 |
| Your head crowns 1 you like Mount Carmel. 2 The locks of your hair 3 are like royal tapestries 4 – the king is held captive 5 in its tresses! |
| (0.43) | Sos 8:14 |
| The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. |
| (0.43) | Isa 1:5 |
| 1 Why do you insist on being battered? Why do you continue to rebel? 2 Your head has a massive wound, 3 your whole body is weak. 4 |
| (0.43) | Isa 1:14 |
| I hate your new moon festivals and assemblies; they are a burden that I am tired of carrying. |
| (0.43) | Isa 1:25 |
| I will attack you; 1 I will purify your metal with flux. 2 I will remove all your slag. 3 |
| (0.43) | Isa 2:1 |
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| (0.43) | Isa 6:6 |
| But then one of the seraphs flew toward me. In his hand was a hot coal he had taken from the altar with tongs. |
| (0.43) | Isa 7:5 |
| Syria has plotted with Ephraim and the son of Remaliah to bring about your demise. 1 |
| (0.43) | Isa 9:11 |
| Then the Lord provoked 1 their adversaries to attack them, 2 he stirred up 3 their enemies – |
