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“You are to make the robe 1 of the ephod completely blue.
I put on righteousness and it clothed me, 1 my just dealing 2 was like a robe and a turban;
My accusers will be covered 1 with shame, and draped in humiliation as if it were a robe.
He made the robe of the ephod completely blue, the work of a weaver.
When Samuel turned to leave, Saul 1 grabbed the edge of his robe and it tore.
The pattern is to be 1 a gold bell and a pomegranate, a gold bell and a pomegranate, all around the hem of the robe.
There was an opening in the center of the robe, like the opening of a collar, with an edge all around the opening so that it could not be torn.
They made pomegranates of blue, purple, and scarlet yarn and twisted linen 1 around the hem of the robe.
Then Job got up 1 and tore his robe. 2 He shaved his head, 3 and then he threw himself down with his face to the ground. 4
They made bells of pure gold and attached the bells between the pomegranates around the hem of the robe between the pomegranates.
There was 1 a bell and a pomegranate, a bell and a pomegranate, all around the hem of the robe, to be used in ministering, 2 just as the Lord had commanded Moses.
His mother used to make him a small robe and bring it up to him at regular intervals when she would go up with her husband to make the annual sacrifice.
Jonathan took off the robe he was wearing and gave it to David, along with the rest of his gear, including his sword, his bow, and even his belt.
(Now she was wearing a long robe, 1 for this is what the king’s virgin daughters used to wear.) So Amnon’s 2 attendant removed her and bolted the door 3 behind her.
David was wrapped in a linen robe, as were all the Levites carrying the ark, the musicians, and Kenaniah the supervisor of transport and the musicians; 1 David also wore a linen ephod. 2
When I heard this report, I tore my tunic and my robe and ripped out some of the hair from my head and beard. Then I sat down, quite devastated.
At the time of the evening offering I got up from my self-abasement, 1 with my tunic and robe torn, and then dropped to my knees and spread my hands to the Lord my God.
But when they gazed intently 1 from a distance but did not recognize 2 him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads. 3
He wears his desire for justice 1 like body armor, 2 and his desire to deliver is like a helmet on his head. 3 He puts on the garments of vengeance 4 and wears zeal like a robe.
Look, my father, and see the edge of your robe in my hand! When I cut off the edge of your robe, I didn’t kill you. So realize and understand that I am not planning 1 evil or rebellion. Even though I have not sinned against you, you are waiting in ambush to take my life.