Showing posts with label Jeremiah 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremiah 8. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2022

When there is no balm in Gilead, sleep


Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care;
The birth of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

-- William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Monday, November 4, 2013

The False Pen Of The Scribes

"How can you say, 'We are wise, and the law of the LORD is with us'? But, behold, the false pen of the scribes has made it into a lie. The wise men shall be put to shame, they shall be dismayed and taken; lo, they have rejected the word of the LORD, and what wisdom is in them?"


-- Jeremiah 8:8f.