Proverbs 27:8
As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.
As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.
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2As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.
23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
16A man who is wandering from the way of understanding, In an assembly of Rephaim resteth.
7A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
2And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast out, Are daughters of Moab, `at' fords of Arnon.
7A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,
27As a cage full of fowls, So their houses are full of deceit, Therefore they have been great, and are rich.
2And each hath been as a hiding-place `from' wind, And as a secret hiding-place `from' inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
3The folly of man perverteth his way, And against Jehovah is his heart wroth.
19For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.
11A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
20and Jesus saith to him, `The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven places of rest, but the Son of Man hath not where he may lay the head.'
6And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.
5Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.
11As an eagle waketh up its nest, Over its young ones fluttereth, Spreadeth its wings -- taketh them, Beareth them on its pinions; --
6And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
7Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
19The way of the eagle in the heavens, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the heart of the sea, And the way of a man in youth.
17Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
17Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs `are' her house.
23He is wandering for bread -- `Where `is' it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
17Who is forsaking the guide of her youth, And the covenant of her God hath forgotten.
58and Jesus said to him, `The foxes have holes, and the fowls of the heaven places of rest, but the Son of Man hath not where he may recline the head.'
21Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
1For `an object of' desire he who is separated doth seek, With all wisdom he intermeddleth.
12For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these `are' the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.
7I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
9Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than `with' a woman of contentions and a house of company.
2Who doth give me in a wilderness A lodging-place of travellers? And I leave my people, and go from them, For all of them `are' adulterers, An assembly of treacherous ones.
21It hath been hid from the eyes of all living. And from the fowl of the heavens It hath been hidden.
25I have looked, and lo, man is not, And all fowls of the heavens have fled.
6`When a bird's nest cometh before thee in the way, in any tree, or on the earth, brood or eggs, and the mother sitting on the brood or on the eggs, thou dost not take the mother with the young ones;
14And my hand as to a nest Getteth to the wealth of the peoples, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs All the earth I -- I have gathered, And there hath not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or whispering.'
4They wandered in a wilderness, in a desert by the way, A city of habitation they have not found.
19A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, `Is' the confidence of the treacherous in a day of adversity.
14And it hath been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that hath no gatherer, Each unto his people -- they turn, And each unto his land -- they flee.
9Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
28Forsake cities, and dwell in a rock, Ye inhabitants of Moab, And be as a dove making a nest in the passages of a pit's mouth.
23I have known, O Jehovah, that not of man `is' his way, Not of man the going and establishing of his step.
12The meeting of a bereaved bear by a man, And -- not a fool in his folly.
10He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
3(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.
7For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
26For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.
24From Jehovah `are' the steps of a man, And man -- how understandeth he his way?
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
5For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.
21For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.