Löydetty 145 Tulokset: Looked

  • I did as I was told. During the day I brought out my baggage as though it were that of an exile, and at evening I dug a hole through the wall with my hand and, while they looked on, set out in the darkness, shouldering my burden. (Ezekiel 12, 7)

  • No one looked on you with pity or compassion to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out on the ground as something loathsome, the day you were born. (Ezekiel 16, 5)

  • But I looked on them with pity, not wanting to destroy them, so I did not put an end to them in the desert. (Ezekiel 20, 17)

  • The way into the nave was a square doorframe. In front of the holy place was something that looked like (Ezekiel 41, 21)

  • before which was a passage. These looked like the chambers to the north, just as long and just as wide, with the same exits and plan and entrances. (Ezekiel 42, 11)

  • Then he brought me by way of the north gate to the facade of the temple, and when I looked I saw the glory of the LORD filling the LORD'S temple, and I fell prone. (Ezekiel 44, 4)

  • after ten days they looked healthier and better fed than any of the young men who ate from the royal table. (Daniel 1, 15)

  • While you looked at the statue, a stone which was hewn from a mountain without a hand being put to it, struck its iron and tile feet, breaking them in pieces. (Daniel 2, 34)

  • After this I looked and saw another beast, like a leopard; on its back were four wings like those of a bird, and it had four heads. To this beast dominion was given. (Daniel 7, 6)

  • I looked up and saw standing by the river a ram with two great horns, the one larger and newer than the other. (Daniel 8, 3)

  • As I looked up, I saw a man dressed in linen with a belt of fine gold around his waist. (Daniel 10, 5)

  • His body was like chrysolite, his face shown like lightning, his eyes were like fiery torches, his arms and feet looked like burnished bronze, and his voice sounded like the roar of a multitude. (Daniel 10, 6)


“Há alegrias tão sublimes e dores tão profundas que não se consegue exprimir com palavras. O silêncio é o último recurso da alma, quando ela está inefavelmente feliz ou extremamente oprimida!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina