“I wish you would hide me in the grave and forget me there until your anger has passed. But mark your calendar to think of me again!

Evil people steal land by moving the boundary markers. They steal livestock and put them in their own pastures.

Mark this well, Job. Listen to me, for I have more to say.

You made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to set.

Mark out a straight path for your feet; stay on the safe path.

She is often in the streets and markets, soliciting at every corner.

I was there when he set the limits of the seas, so they would not spread beyond their boundaries. And when he marked off the earth’s foundations,

Avoiding a fight is a mark of honor; only fools insist on quarreling.

Don’t cheat your neighbor by moving the ancient boundary markers set up by previous generations.

Don’t cheat your neighbor by moving the ancient boundary markers; don’t take the land of defenseless orphans.

sailing over deep waters. They brought you grain from Egypt and harvests from along the Nile. You were the marketplace of the world.

And when my sword has finished its work in the heavens, it will fall upon Edom, the nation I have marked for destruction.

Set up road signs; put up guideposts. Mark well the path by which you came. Come back again, my virgin Israel; return to your towns here.

“Besides,” the women added, “do you suppose that we were burning incense and pouring out liquid offerings to the Queen of Heaven, and making cakes marked with her image, without our husbands knowing it and helping us? Of course not!”

For I am raising up an army of great nations from the north. They will join forces to attack Babylon, and she will be captured. The enemies’ arrows will go straight to the mark; they will not miss!

He said to him, “Walk through the streets of Jerusalem and put a mark on the foreheads of all who weep and sigh because of the detestable sins being committed in their city.”

Then I heard the Lord say to the other men, “Follow him through the city and kill everyone whose forehead is not marked. Show no mercy; have no pity!

Kill them all—old and young, girls and women and little children. But do not touch anyone with the mark. Begin right here at the Temple.” So they began by killing the seventy leaders.

Merchants came to you from Dedan. Numerous coastlands were your captive markets; they brought payment in ivory tusks and ebony wood.

Whenever bones are found, a marker will be set up so the burial crews will take them to be buried in the Valley of Gog’s Hordes.

Wail in sorrow, all you who live in the market area, for all the merchants and traders will be destroyed.

“At nine o’clock in the morning he was passing through the marketplace and saw some people standing around doing nothing.

They love to receive respectful greetings as they walk in the marketplaces, and to be called ‘Rabbi.’

Mark my words—I will not drink wine again until the day I drink it new with you in my Father’s Kingdom.”

Wherever he went—in villages, cities, or the countryside—they brought the sick out to the marketplaces. They begged him to let the sick touch at least the fringe of his robe, and all who touched him were healed.