Let It Be Shewn To All The Nations That Thou Art With Us, O Lord, And Hast Not Turned Thy Face Away From Us; But As Thou Saidst Art

Let it be shewn to all the nations that thou art with us, O Lord, and hast not turned thy face away from us; but as thou saidst that thou wouldst not forget them even in the land of their enemies, so do thou fulfil this saying, O Lord.3 Maccabees 6:15 (Brenton)
“Seemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath separated you from the congregation of Israel, to bring you near to himself to do the service of the tabernacle of the LORD, and to stand before the congregation to minister unto them? And he hath brought thee near to him, and all thy brethren the sons of Levi with thee: and seek ye the priesthood also? For which cause both thou and all thy company are gathered together against the LORD: and what is Aaron, that ye murmur against him?” (Numbers 16:9-11, KJV)
Without using words create “Doth the plowman plow all day to sow? doth he open and break the clods of his ground? When he hath made plain the face thereof, doth he not cast abroad the fitches, and scatter the cummin, and cast in the principal wheat and the appointed barley and the rie in their place? For his God doth instruct him to discretion, and doth teach him. For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin; but the fitches are beaten out with a staff, and the cummin with a rod. Bread corn is bruised; because he will not ever be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen. This also cometh forth from the LORD of hosts, which is wonderful in counsel, and excellent in working.” (Isaiah 28:24-29, KJV)
“Doth the plowman plow all day to sow? doth he open and break the clods of his ground? When he hath made plain the face thereof, doth he not cast abroad the fitches, and scatter the cummin, and cast in the principal wheat and the appointed barley and the rie in their place? For his God doth instruct him to discretion, and doth teach him. For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin; but the fitches are beaten out with a staff, and the cummin with a rod. Bread corn is bruised; because he will not ever be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen. This also cometh forth from the LORD of hosts, which is wonderful in counsel, and excellent in working.” (Isaiah 28:24-29, KJV)
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
“And Solomon sent to Huram the king of Tyre, saying, As thou didst deal with David my father, and didst send him cedars to build him an house to dwell therein, even so deal with me. Behold, I build an house to the name of the LORD my God, to dedicate it to him, and to burn before him sweet incense, and for the continual shewbread, and for the burnt offerings morning and evening, on the sabbaths, and on the new moons, and on the solemn feasts of the LORD our God. This is an ordinance for ever to Israel. And the house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods. But who is able to build him an house, seeing the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain him? who am I then, that I should build him an house, save only to burn sacrifice before him?” (2 Chronicles 2:3-6, KJV)
I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, * and he will be my Savior. Therefore you shall draw water with rejoicing * from the springs of salvation.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
“Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite. I will sing of the mercies of the LORD for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations. For I have said, Mercy shall be built up for ever: thy faithfulness shalt thou establish in the very heavens.” (Psalms 89:1-2, KJV)
“Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite. I will sing of the mercies of the LORD for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations. For I have said, Mercy shall be built up for ever: thy faithfulness shalt thou establish in the very heavens.” (Psalms 89:1-2, KJV)
“And Solomon sent to Huram the king of Tyre, saying, As thou didst deal with David my father, and didst send him cedars to build him an house to dwell therein, even so deal with me. Behold, I build an house to the name of the LORD my God, to dedicate it to him, and to burn before him sweet incense, and for the continual shewbread, and for the burnt offerings morning and evening, on the sabbaths, and on the new moons, and on the solemn feasts of the LORD our God. This is an ordinance for ever to Israel. And the house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods. But who is able to build him an house, seeing the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain him? who am I then, that I should build him an house, save only to burn sacrifice before him?” (2 Chronicles 2:3-6, KJV)
“Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.” (Psalms 46:2-5, KJV) Do not use any Temple or religious building. Create only the landscape
Do not use words to create the idea: “Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,” (Psalms 17:8, KJV) “As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” (Psalms 17:15, KJV)
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
A surreal, double-exposure art piece. Inside, a detailed architectural interior of a temple with a table of "shewbread" and a glowing altar. Outside and overlapping, a vast, swirling nebula and "heaven of heavens" filled with stars and cosmic light, suggesting the infinite nature of God. The temple walls seem translucent, unable to contain the celestial glory. Ethereal, oil painting style, deep blues and glowing golds, inspired by Rembrandt’s lighting. “And Solomon sent to Huram the king of Tyre, saying, As thou didst deal with David my father, and didst send him cedars to build him an house to dwell therein, even so deal with me. Behold, I build an house to the name of the LORD my God, to dedicate it to him, and to burn before him sweet incense, and for the continual shewbread, and for the burnt offerings morning and evening, on the sabbaths, and on the new moons, and on the solemn feasts of the LORD our God. This is an ordinance for ever to Israel. And the house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods. But who is able to build him an house, seeing the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain him? who am I then, that I should build him an house, save only to burn sacrifice before him?” (2 Chronicles 2:3-6, KJV)
a man sitting at a table writing on a piece of paper
Pointillist Impressionism Art Style Style Transfer Example
Pointillist Impressionism Art Style Style Transfer Example
Violin and sheet music deconstructed
two people taking a selfie in a mirror
Exodus 28:31-34 KJV And thou shalt make the robe of the ephod all of blue. And there shall be an hole in the top of it, in the midst thereof: it shall have a binding of woven work round about the hole of it, as it were the hole of an habergeon, that it be not rent. And beneath upon the hem of it thou shalt make pomegranates of blue, and of purple, and of scarlet, round about the hem thereof; and bells of gold between them round about: A golden bell and a pomegranate, a golden bell and a pomegranate, upon the hem of the robe round about.
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
Volume 1 – Chapter 1: “Running Away” Story Points: Ji Hun is bored and unhappy with his life in the band “Forever.” Inner thoughts reveal his frustration and desire to escape. He decides to run away; changes his appearance with a ginger curly wig and glasses to hide his identity. Ji Hun sneaks out, but security guards notice him and start chasing him. While running, he accidentally bumps into Min Joon, a girl with long curly black hair, wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans. They fall on the ground. Min Joon helps him up and insists on taking him to her home to relax. She offers him tea and biscuits; they start talking. Ji Hun lies and says his name is “Jin” and that he is an accountant. He notices posters of his band “Forever” in her room and realizes she is a fan. Min Joon praises Ji Hun’s voice, making him shy. Ji Hun talks about never enjoying life; Min Joon promises to teach him how to enjoy life. Ji Hun hesitates, worried about being recognized, but she reassures him. He agrees to go with her. Min Joon prepares to take him outside, setting up the transition to Chapter 2 (car ride and amusement park). Page/Panel Flow Suggestions: Pages 1–3: Ji Hun’s frustration, morning in the band dorm, decision to escape. Pages 4–5: Ji Hun changing disguise. Pages 6–8: Running and being chased by security guards. Pages 9–12: Collision with Min Joon, first meeting. Pages 13–16: Min Joon taking him home, tea and biscuits scene. Pages 17–20: Conversation about Ji Hun’s unhappiness, Min Joon promising to show him joy.
A forest with hidden spirits
Do not use words to create the idea: “Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,” (Psalms 17:8, KJV) “As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” (Psalms 17:15, KJV)
“Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.” (Psalms 46:2-5, KJV)
Los Angeles
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
“If a damsel that is a virgin be betrothed unto an husband, and a man find her in the city, and lie with her; Then ye shall bring them both out unto the gate of that city, and ye shall stone them with stones that they die; the damsel, because she cried not, being in the city; and the man, because he hath humbled his neighbour's wife: so thou shalt put away evil from among you.” (Deuteronomy 22:23-24, KJV)
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
portrait of two people together
still life with everyday objects
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
Doubting Thomas
urban street with city activity
portrait of a person with expressive eyes