טָמַן

So they gave Jacob all their foreign gods and all their earrings, and Jacob buried them under the oak near Shechem.

After looking this way and that and seeing no one, he struck down the Egyptian and hid his body in the sand.

They will call the peoples to a mountain; there they will offer sacrifices of righteousness. For they will feast on the abundance of the seas and the hidden treasures of the sand.”

(But Rahab had taken them up to the roof and hidden them among the stalks of flax that she had laid out there.)

When I saw among the spoils a beautiful cloak from Shinar, two hundred shekels of silver, and a bar of gold weighing fifty shekels, I coveted them and took them. They are hidden in the ground inside my tent, with the silver underneath.”

So Joshua sent messengers who ran to the tent, and there it all was, hidden in his tent, with the silver underneath.

When the lepers reached the edge of the camp, they went into a tent to eat and drink. Then they carried off the silver, gold, and clothing, and went and hid them. On returning, they entered another tent, carried off some items from there, and hid them.

Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?

A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.

Total darkness is reserved for his treasures. A fire unfanned will consume him and devour what is left in his tent.

…if I have covered my transgressions like Adam by hiding my guilt in my heart,

Bury them together in the dust; imprison them in the grave.

The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.

You free me from the net laid out for me, for You are my refuge.

For without cause they laid their net for me; without reason they dug a pit for my soul.

May ruin befall them by surprise; may the net they hid ensnare them; may they fall into the hazard they created.

They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.

The proud hide a snare for me; the cords of their net are spread along the path, and lures are set out for me. Selah

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

The slacker buries his hand in the dish; he will not even bring it back to his mouth.

The slacker buries his hand in the dish; it wearies him to bring it back to his mouth.

Go into the rocks and hide in the dust from the terror of the LORD and the splendor of His majesty.

“Take the loincloth that you bought and are wearing, and go at once to Perath and hide it there in a crevice of the rocks.”

So I went and hid it at Perath, as the LORD had commanded me.

Many days later the LORD said to me, “Arise, go to Perath, and get the loincloth that I commanded you to hide there.”

So I went to Perath and dug up the loincloth, and I took it from the place where I had hidden it. But now it was ruined—of no use at all.

Let a cry be heard from their houses when You suddenly bring raiders against them, for they have dug a pit to capture me and have hidden snares for my feet.

“In the sight of the Jews, pick up some large stones and bury them in the clay of the brick pavement at the entrance to Pharaoh’s palace at Tahpanhes.

Then tell them that this is what the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, says: ‘I will send for My servant Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, and I will set his throne over these stones that I have embedded, and he will spread his royal pavilion over them.