Draws

He draws near to the Pit, and his life to the messengers of death.

For He draws up drops of water which distill the rain from the mist,

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

The intentions of a man’s heart are deep waters, but a man of understanding draws them out.

For as the churning of milk yields butter, and the twisting of the nose draws blood, so the stirring of anger brings forth strife.”

My righteousness draws near, My salvation is on the way, and My arms will bring justice to the nations. The islands will look for Me and wait in hope for My arm.

Already the reaper draws his wages and gathers a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may rejoice together.

“No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him, and I will raise him up at the last day.