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Bible Verses About Philosophy
Key Bible Verses
"If I were you, I would seek God; I would make my plea to him.
For God does great deeds beyond investigation, wonders beyond all reckoning.
He gives rain to the earth, pours water down on the fields.
He raises the lowly on high and lifts mourners to safety.
He frustrates the schemes of the cunning, so that they achieve no success;
trapping the crafty in their own tricks and foiling quickly the plans of the false.
They meet with darkness during the day, groping at noon like at night.
But he saves the poor from the sword, their mouth, and from the clutches of the strong;
so the poor can hope again; and injustice shuts its mouth.
"How happy the person whom God corrects! So don't despise Shaddai's discipline.
For he wounds, but he bandages the sore; his hands may strike, but they also heal.
He will rescue you from six disasters; yes, in seven no harm will touch you.
In famine, he will save you from death, and in war, from the power of the sword.
I will say to God, 'Don't condemn me! Tell me why you are contending with me.
Do you gain some advantage from oppressing, from spurning what your own hands made, from shining on the schemes of the wicked?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as humans see?
Are your days like the days of mortals? Are your years like human years,
that you have to seek my guilt and search out my sin?
You know that I won't be condemned, yet no one can rescue me from your power.
Your own hands shaped me, they made me; so why do you turn and destroy me?
Please remember that you made me, like clay; will you return me to dust?
Didn't you pour me out like milk, then let me thicken like cheese?
You clothed me with skin and flesh you knit me together with bones and sinews.
You granted me life and grace; your careful attention preserved my spirit.
"'Yet you hid these things in your heart; I know what your secret purpose was -