הָמָה

And Adonijah and all the guests that were with him heard it as they had made an end of eating. And when Joab heard the sound of the trumpet, he said, Wherefore is this noise of the city being in an uproar?

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.

The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted.

Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.

They return at evening: they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.

And at evening let them return; and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying,

(She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house:

A foolish woman is clamorous: she is simple, and knoweth nothing.

Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!

Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

But I am the LORD thy God, that divided the sea, whose waves roared: The LORD of hosts is his name.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

Fear ye not me? saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?