OT-POET.filter - rotherham body:

rotherham@Job:1:3 @ And his substance wasseven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she-asses, and a body of servants exceeding large, thus was that man the greatest of all the sons of the East.

rotherham@Job:18:13 @ Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;

rotherham@Job:31:15 @ Did not he who, in the womb, made me, make him? And is not he who formed us in the body one?

rotherham@Psalms:22:14 @ Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

rotherham@Psalms:31:9 @ Show me favour, O Yahweh, for in distress am I, Wasted with vexation, is mine eyemy soul and my body;

rotherham@Psalms:44:25 @ For our soul, sinketh down to the dust, Our body, cleaveth to the earth.

rotherham@Psalms:68:18 @ Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led in procession a body of captives, Thou hast received gifts consisting of men, Yea even the rebellious, That, Yah, Elohim, might settle down to rest.

rotherham@Psalms:71:6 @ Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praisecontinually.

rotherham@Psalms:73:4 @ For they have no pangs in their death, And vigorous is their body;

rotherham@Psalms:132:11 @ Yahweh hath sworn unto David, in faithfulness, will he not turn from it, Of the fruit of thy body, will I seat on thy throne.

rotherham@Proverbs:3:8 @ Healing, shall it be to thy body, and refreshing, to thy bones.

rotherham@Proverbs:14:30 @ The life of the whole body, is a tranquil mind, but, a decay of the bones, is jealousy.

rotherham@Ecclesiastes:11:5 @ Just as thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, when the body is in the womb of her that is with child, even, so, canst thou not know the work of God, who maketh all.

rotherham@Songs:5:14 @ His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

rotherham@Songs:7:2 @ Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;