Hot

These are the sons of Zibeon: Aiah and Anah. (This is the Anah who found the hot springs in the wilderness as he was pasturing the donkeys of his father Zibeon.)

And all these officials of yours will come and bow before me, saying, ‘Go, you and all the people who follow you!’ After that, I will depart.” And hot with anger, Moses left Pharaoh’s presence.

Every morning each one gathered as much as was needed, and when the sun grew hot, it melted away.

So they said to the messengers who had come, “Tell the men of Jabesh-gilead: ‘Deliverance will be yours tomorrow by the time the sun is hot.’” And when the messengers relayed this to the men of Jabesh, they rejoiced.

So the priest gave him the consecrated bread, since there was no bread there but the Bread of the Presence, which had been removed from before the LORD and replaced with hot bread on the day it was taken away.

And he looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. So he ate and drank and lay down again.

And I told them, “Do not open the gates of Jerusalem until the sun is hot. While the guards are on duty, keep the doors shut and securely fastened. And appoint the residents of Jerusalem as guards, some at their posts and some at their own homes.”

“Does a wise man answer with empty counsel or fill his belly with the hot east wind?

You whose clothes get hot when the land lies hushed under the south wind,

My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

Can a man walk on hot coals without scorching his feet?

Our skin is as hot as an oven with fever from our hunger.

Set the empty pot on its coals until it becomes hot and its copper glows. Then its impurity will melt within; its rust will be consumed.

The king’s command was so urgent and the furnace so hot that the fiery flames killed the men who carried up Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

All of them are hot as an oven, and they devour their rulers. All their kings fall; not one of them calls upon Me.

And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It will be hot,’ and it is.

…influenced by the hypocrisy of liars, whose consciences are seared with a hot iron.

I know your deeds; you are neither cold nor hot. How I wish you were one or the other!

So because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to vomit you out of My mouth!