הָפַךְ

They swirl about, whirling at His direction, accomplishing all that He commands over the face of all the earth.

The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its hills stand out like the folds of a garment.

No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.

You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was drained as in the summer heat. Selah

The LORD will sustain him on his bed of illness and restore him from his bed of sickness.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the waters on foot; there we rejoiced in Him.

The archers of Ephraim turned back on the day of battle.

He turned their rivers to blood, and from their streams they could not drink.

They turned back and were faithless like their fathers, twisted like a faulty bow.

…whose hearts He turned to hate His people, to conspire against His servants.

He turned their waters to blood and caused their fish to die.

…who turned the rock into a pool, the flint into a fountain of water!

The wicked are overthrown and perish, but the house of the righteous will stand.

The one with a perverse heart finds no good, and he whose tongue is deceitful falls into trouble.

Edom’s streams will be turned to tar, and her soil to sulfur; her land will become a blazing pitch.

Then you will look and be radiant, and your heart will tremble and swell with joy, because the riches of the sea will be brought to you, and the wealth of the nations will come to you.

But they rebelled and grieved His Holy Spirit. So He turned and became their enemy, and He Himself fought against them.

I had planted you like a choice vine from the very best seed. How could you turn yourself before Me into a rotten, wild vine?

Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? Neither are you able to do good—you who are accustomed to doing evil.

May that man be like the cities that the LORD overthrew without compassion. May he hear an outcry in the morning and a battle cry at noon,

But refer no more to the burden of the LORD, for each man’s word becomes the burden, so that you pervert the words of the living God, the LORD of Hosts, our God.

Ask now, and see: Can a male give birth? Why then do I see every man with his hands on his stomach like a woman in labor and every face turned pale?

Then the maidens will rejoice with dancing, young men and old as well. I will turn their mourning into joy, and give them comfort and joy for their sorrow.

See, O LORD, how distressed I am! I am churning within; my heart is pounding within me, for I have been most rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is death.

Indeed, He keeps turning His hand against me all day long.

The punishment of the daughter of my people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant without a hand turned to help her.

Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, our houses to foreigners.

Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

Now behold, I will tie you up with ropes so you cannot turn from side to side until you have finished the days of your siege.

So I was left alone, gazing at this great vision. No strength remained in me; my face grew deathly pale, and I was powerless.

And suddenly one with the likeness of a man touched my lips, and I opened my mouth and said to the one standing before me, “My lord, because of the vision, I am overcome with anguish, and I have no strength.

Ephraim mixes with the nations; Ephraim is an unturned cake.

How could I give you up, O Ephraim? How could I surrender you, O Israel? How could I make you like Admah? How could I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned within Me; My compassion is stirred!

The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and awesome Day of the LORD.

“Some of you I overthrew as I overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah, and you were like a firebrand snatched from a blaze, yet you did not return to Me,” declares the LORD.

There are those who turn justice into wormwood and cast righteousness to the ground.

He who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns darkness into dawn and darkens day into night, who summons the waters of the sea and pours them over the face of the earth—the LORD is His name—

“Do horses gallop on the cliffs? Does one plow the sea with oxen? But you have turned justice into poison and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood—

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, and its outcome like a bitter day.

On the first day of his journey, Jonah set out into the city and proclaimed, “Forty more days and Nineveh will be overturned!”

For then I will restore pure lips to the peoples, that all may call upon the name of the LORD and serve Him shoulder to shoulder.

I will overturn royal thrones and destroy the power of the kingdoms of the nations. I will overturn chariots and their riders; horses and their riders will fall, each by the sword of his brother.