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Bible Verses About Philosophy
Key Bible Verses
Yet I--I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.
To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high in safety.
Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.
Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,
By day they meet darkness, And as night--they grope at noon.
And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.
In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.
I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.
Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth--seest Thou?
As the days of man are Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this is with Thee.