Talált 377 Eredmények: Sword

  • But I shall spare some of you. They will escape the sword and be scattered among the nations. (Ezekiel 6, 8)

  • This is what Yahweh said, "Clap your hands, stamp your feet and say: Well done! when the people of Israel are falling by the sword, famine and plague because of their abominations. (Ezekiel 6, 11)

  • He who is far away will die of the plague, he who is near will fall by the sword, whoever survives and is spared will die of starvation. Against them I will exhaust my fury. (Ezekiel 6, 12)

  • Outside in the open is the sword; plague and starvation in the houses. Those in the country will die by the sword, those in the city will be victims of famine and plague. (Ezekiel 7, 15)

  • Yahweh says: Because you are afraid of the sword, I will send the sword against you. (Ezekiel 11, 8)

  • You will fall by the sword; I will judge you on the borders of Israel and you will know that I am Yahweh. (Ezekiel 11, 10)

  • As for all those who form his court, his guard, his troops, I will scatter them to the winds and pursue them with the sword. (Ezekiel 12, 14)

  • I will however allow a small number of them to escape the sword, famine and pestilence so they may confess their abominations among the nations where they will go and they will know I am Yahweh." (Ezekiel 12, 16)

  • The same would happen if I brought the sword against this land and ordered the sword to go through the land destroying men and animals. (Ezekiel 14, 17)

  • Now this is what Yahweh says, "Although I have sent my four great punishments, sword, famine, wild beasts and plague against Jerusalem to destroy men and animals, (Ezekiel 14, 21)

  • As for the pick of his troops they will fall by the sword; those who survive will be scattered to the winds and you will know that I, Yahweh, have spoken." (Ezekiel 17, 21)

  • Say to Israel: I come against you; I will unsheathe my sword and cut off from you both the good and the wicked. (Ezekiel 21, 8)


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