Bible Verses About Select Readings

And the king hath turned back out of the garden of the house unto the house of the banquet of wine, and Haman is falling on the couch on which Esther is , and the king saith, `Also to subdue the queen with me in the house?' the word hath gone out from the mouth of the king, and the face of Haman they have covered.

And Harbonah, one of the eunuchs, saith before the king, `Also lo, the tree that Haman made for Mordecai, who spake good for the king, is standing in the house of Haman, in height fifty cubits;' and the king saith, `Hang him upon it.'

And they hang Haman upon the tree that he had prepared for Mordecai, and the fury of the king hath lain down.

Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

Also--on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.

Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?

Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

Iron from the dust is taken, And from the firm stone brass.

An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

The earth! from it cometh forth bread, And its under-part is turned like fire.

A place of the sapphire are its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

A path--not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,

Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.

From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out to light.

And the wisdom--whence is it found? And where is this, the place of understanding?