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H1993הָמָהha.mah
to roarWortart: Verb
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And Adonijah heareth, and all those called, who `are' with him, and they have finished to eat, and Joab heareth the noise of the trumpet, and saith, `Wherefore `is' the noise of the city roaring?'
הוֹמָֽה׃ ho.Mah “in an uproar”
Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
יֶהֱמָי֑וּן (יֶהֱמָי֑וּ) ye.he.ma.Yu “people are in turmoil”
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!
וַתֶּהֱמִ֪י (תֶּהֱמִ֪י) te.he.Mi “were you in turmoil?”
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
תֶּהֱמִ֪י te.he.Mi “are you in turmoil”
What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
תֶּהֱמִ֪י te.he.Mi “are you in turmoil”
Roar -- troubled are its waters, Mountains they shake in its pride. Selah.
יֶהֱמ֣וּ ye.he.Mu “they will roar”
Troubled have been nations, Moved have been kingdoms, He hath given forth with His voice, earth melteth.
הָמ֣וּ ha.Mu “they were in a tumult”
Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
וְאֶהֱמֶ֑ה (אֶהֱמֶ֑ה) 'e.he.Meh “I may murmur”
They turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And go round about the city.
יֶהֱמ֥וּ ye.he.Mu “they growl”
And they turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And they go round about the city.
יֶהֱמ֥וּ ye.he.Mu “they growl”
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
וְאֶֽהֱמָיָ֑ה (אֶֽהֱמָיָ֑ה) 'e.he.ma.Yah “I may murmur”
For, lo, Thine enemies do roar, And those hating Thee have lifted up the head,
יֶהֱמָי֑וּן (יֶהֱמָי֑וּ) ye.he.ma.Yu “they are in an uproar”
At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:
הֹמִיּ֗וֹת ho.mi.Yot “noisy [places]”
Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
הֹמִיָּ֣ה ho.mi.Yah “[is] boisterous”
A foolish woman `is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
הֹֽמִיָּ֑ה ho.mi.Yah “[is] boisterous”
Wine `is' a scorner -- strong drink `is' noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.
הֹמֶ֣ה ho.Meh “[is] noisy”
My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
הָמ֥וּ ha.Mu “they were turbulent”
Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
יֶֽהֱמ֑וּ ye.he.Mu “they make a sound”
Wo `to' the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And `to' the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.
כַּהֲמ֥וֹת (הֲמ֥וֹת) ha.Mot “roar”יֶהֱמָי֑וּן (יֶהֱמָי֑וּ) ye.he.ma.Yu “they roar”
Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
הֽוֹמִיָּ֔ה ho.mi.Yah “turbulent”
And I `am' Jehovah thy God, Quieting the sea, when its billows roar, Jehovah of Hosts `is' His name.
וַיֶּהֱמ֖וּ (יֶּהֱמ֖וּ) i.ye.he.Mu “they roared”
We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.
נֶהֱמֶ֤ה ne.he.Meh “we growl”
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
הֹֽמֶה־ ho.meh- “[is] in turmoil”
Me do ye not fear, an affirmation of Jehovah? From My presence are ye not pained? Who hath made sand the border of the sea, A limit age-during, and it passeth not over it, They shake themselves, and they are not able, Yea, sounded have its billows, and they pass not over.
וְהָמ֥וּ (הָמ֥וּ) ha.Mu “they roar”
Bow and javelin they take hold of, Fierce it `is', and they have no mercy, Their voice as a sea doth sound, And on horses they ride, set in array as a man of war, Against thee, O daughter of Zion.
יֶהֱמֶ֔ה ye.he.Meh “[which] it roars”