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“At nine o’clock in the morning he was passing through the marketplace and saw some people standing around doing nothing.
The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.
The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery. “Ha! Look at you now!” they yelled at him. “You said you were going to destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days.
passing them on to your children as a permanent inheritance. You may treat them as slaves, but you must never treat your fellow Israelites this way.
While the servants were waiting, Ehud escaped, passing the stone idols on his way to Seirah.
We are here for only a moment, visitors and strangers in the land as our ancestors were before us. Our days on earth are like a passing shadow, gone so soon without a trace.
We blossom like a flower and then wither. Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.
Hear my prayer, O LORD! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest — a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.
For you, a thousand years are as a passing day, as brief as a few night hours.
I look for someone to come and help me, but no one gives me a passing thought! No one will help me; no one cares a bit what happens to me.
For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.
23 Here are some further sayings of the wise: It is wrong to show favoritism when passing judgment.
Look, the Assyrians are now at Aiath. They are passing through Migron and are storing their equipment at Micmash.
O Hope of Israel, our Savior in times of trouble, why are you like a stranger to us? Why are you like a traveler passing through the land, stopping only for the night?
1 In my vision, the man brought me back to the entrance of the Temple. There I saw a stream flowing east from beneath the door of the Temple and passing to the right of the altar on its south side.
This is the boisterous city, once so secure. “I am the greatest!” it boasted. “No other city can compare with me!” But now, look how it has become an utter ruin, a haven for wild animals. Everyone passing by will laugh in derision and shake a defiant fist.
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