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

serene landscape with mountains and water
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
house with front view
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
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A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
wide landscape with natural scenery
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Sustainable Fashion Design Style Transfer Example
Sustainable Fashion Design Style Transfer Example
a tree in nature
bicyle resting against a wall
animal standing in natural pose
And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; (Ephesians 5:18-20 KJV) Do not use words but only images to interpret the passage.
“And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.” (Matthew 26:26-29, KJV) Use Matzo style bread
Definition of nothing projected on empty wall
They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.” (Psalms 51:17, KJV)
A giant grouper fish, over a coral reef in the ocean, professional photography, extreme detail ( Psalms 124:1-6 KJVA A Song of degrees of David. If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, now may Israel say; (2) If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us: (3) Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us: (4) Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul: (5) Then the proud waters had gone over our soul. (6) Blessed be the LORD, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
a tree in nature
“And there was one Anna, a prophetess, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Aser: she was of a great age, and had lived with an husband seven years from her virginity; And she was a widow of about fourscore and four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day. And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all them that looked for redemption in Jerusalem.” (Luke 2:36-38, KJV) Create with a photorealistic expression
“Let them bring them forth, and shew us what shall happen: let them shew the former things, what they be, that we may consider them, and know the latter end of them; or declare us things for to come.” (Isaiah 41:22, KJV)
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
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!
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
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.
An outdoor scene in at the beach. A White Mom and African-American Dad walk away from the camera with their two kids, all holding hands. The mood is warm and safe. The sun is setting in the distance. Everyone is wearing beach-style clothes, not bathing suits. It's a pretty happy family.
This is a great idea. For this version, let's lean even further into that "Elven High-Fantasy" aesthetic you like, but ground it in their specific Biblical legacy as the "hewers of wood and drawers of water" for the Tabernacle. In this prompt, we will portray their service not as a lowly task, but as a display of superhuman strength and grace—showing that even in their "servant" role, their "giant" nature and ancient wisdom remained visible. Written Prompt: The Sage-Giants of Gibeon Style: Cinematic High-Fantasy, 8k Resolution, Epic Scale. A blend of The Lord of the Rings aesthetic with Ancient Near Eastern Bronze Age history. The Subject: A group of three Gibeonite men, standing at a staggering height of 7.5 feet. They possess the ethereal, noble beauty of High Elves—sharp, intelligent Semitic features, high cheekbones, and long, dark hair intricately braided with silver and lapis lazuli. The Stature & Grace: They are lithe and muscular, moving with a fluid grace that defies their size. Despite their "giant" classification, they are elegant, not monstrous. The Role (Hewers and Drawers): > * One Gibeonite is seen effortlessly carrying a massive, ornate stone water jar on one shoulder that would require four normal men to lift. Another holds a bundle of enormous cedar logs, his posture straight and regal, showing no sign of strain. The Attire: They wear a mixture of their new culture and their old heritage. Fine linen tunics in ivory and deep blue are accented by ornate bronze bracers etched with ancient Canaanite geometry. Their clothing is weathered with the dust of the road but still looks "high-born." The Setting: They are standing on a high limestone ridge overlooking the ancient city of Gibeon. In the background, the Tabernacle's smoke rises into a golden sunset sky. The architecture around them consists of massive, "cyclopean" stone blocks that match their scale. Lighting & Atmosphere: Dramatic "God-rays" of sunlight pierce through the clouds, catching the metallic glint of their jewelry and the profound, wise expressions in their eyes. The mood is one of "Dignity in Service" and "Ancient Wisdom."
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.
Photorealism Art Style, a distinguished human pastor, with a calm and wise expression, stands prominently in the foreground. He is impeccably dressed in a modern, dark suit, with a noticeable, large, and intricate cross necklace hanging clearly visible. Behind him, majestic and sprawling, is a grand, beautiful cathedral, its architecture a blend of classic and natural elements, perhaps with vines or trees subtly integrated into its design. The cathedral is situated within a vibrant, lush forest city, where towering trees and greenery are woven throughout the urban landscape. In the far distance, the sun is dramatically rising, casting a warm, golden light that illuminates the scene from behind, creating a serene and powerful atmosphere. Focus on realistic textures of the suit, the cross, stone of the cathedral, and the diverse foliage, all under natural, early morning light.
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.
rt Style: Cinematic Fantasy Concept Art with mystical sci-fi elements. High contrast lighting, emphasizing texture and impending action. The atmosphere is heavy and tense. The Subject: The woman with the incredibly long, fiery red hair. Her hair is whipping wildly in the wind, already beginning to crackle with static copper energy, anticipating the release of power. Her expression is determined and focused as she looks toward an oncoming threat. The Cloak (Pre-Transformation State): She is standing firm against a gale, clutching a massive, voluminous cloak wrapped tightly around her body. Material Appearance: The cloak is currently heavy, physical fabric—a dark, iridescent weave that looks like ancient, armored wool interwoven with metallic fibers. It is whipped violently by the wind. Signs of Activation: It hasn't turned into a force field yet, but it is about to. The metallic threads throughout the weave and the intricate patterns along the heavy hem are beginning to glow intensely with pulsing amber, gold, and electric blue light. The air around the fabric is shimmering with heat and contained power. The Environment & Threat: She is standing unprotected in a rugged, dark canyon landscape. A massive wall of chaotic dust, debris, and shadowy, indistinct shapes is rushing towards her from the middle distance, seconds away from overwhelming her location. The impending impact emphasizes why she is about to activate the cloak.
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.
A triptych set of three drawings, continuous scene flowing left to right, left panel shows a palomino horse in the foreground on the far left side of the scene walking down a grassy slope toward a reflective teal-blue river in the Scottish Highlands with rocks and ferns around its hooves. Center panel continues the same landscape as the horse now appears in the midground at the center of the scene standing at the river’s edge drinking from the reflective water beside ancient moss-covered stone ruins. Right panel continues the scene as the horse appears far away in the distance on the far right side of the scene following the riverbank toward steep mist-covered mountains with dramatic sunlight breaking through the clouds, unified natural palette of greens golds and reflective teal blues, consistent cinematic lighting, shared horizon line, smoothf uninterrupted left-to-right visual flow with no panel separation.
Seamless triptych artwork with no dividing lines or borders, continuous scene flowing left to right, left panel shows a palomino horse in the foreground on the far left side of the scene walking down a grassy slope toward a reflective teal-blue river in the Scottish Highlands with rocks and ferns around its hooves, center panel continues the same landscape as the horse now appears in the midground at the center of the scene standing at the river’s edge drinking from the reflective water beside ancient moss-covered stone ruins, right panel continues the scene as the horse appears far away in the distance on the far right side of the scene following the riverbank toward steep mist-covered mountains with dramatic sunlight breaking through the clouds, unified natural palette of greens golds and reflective teal blues, consistent cinematic lighting, shared horizon line, smooth uninterrupted left-to-right visual flow with no panel separation.
“And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.” (Matthew 26:26-29, KJV)
A dramatic Soviet-style propaganda poster. Depict a poor, sad working-class man in worn clothes, with a tired but dignified expression on his face. He stands in the foreground, slightly turned toward the viewer. In the background: a large industrial factory with smokestacks, heavy machinery, and dark smoke rising into the sky. The atmosphere is serious, emotional, and ideological — showing hardship, struggle, and hope for liberation. Strong socialist realism style inspired by classic USSR propaganda posters from the 1930s–1950s. Bold shapes, high contrast, limited color palette (red, black, beige, muted yellow). Sharp lines, heroic composition, dramatic lighting. Add a bold propaganda slogan in clear, vintage typography: “Proletariusze Piri-Piri — nie jesteście sami!” The text should be prominent and integrated into the poster design. No modern elements, no realism photography — illustrated, painterly propaganda art style.
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
Seamless triptych artwork, continuous scene flowing left to right, left panel shows a palomino horse in the foreground on the far left side of the scene walking down a grassy slope toward a reflective teal-blue river in the Scottish Highlands with rocks and ferns around its hooves, center panel continues the same landscape as the horse now appears in the midground at the center of the scene standing at the river’s edge drinking from the reflective water beside ancient moss-covered stone ruins, right panel continues the scene as the horse appears far away in the distance on the far right side of the scene following the riverbank toward steep mist-covered mountains with dramatic sunlight breaking through the clouds, unified natural palette of greens golds and reflective teal blues, consistent cinematic lighting, shared horizon line, smooth uninterrupted left-to-right visual flow with no panel separation.
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)