Galilee

Galilee (Hebrew: הַגָּלִיל, hagGālīl; Latin: Galilaea; Arabic: الجليل, al-jalīl) is a region located in northern Israel and southern Lebanon. Galilee traditionally refers to the mountainous part, divided into Upper Galilee (הגליל העליון, ha-galil ha-elyon; الجليل الأعلى, al-jalīl al-aʾlā) and Lower Galilee (גליל תחתון, galil tahton; الجليل الأسفل, al-jalīl al-asfal).

Quotes

 * And Jesus went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, and preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among the people.
 * Matthew IV, 23 (KJV)


 * In the days of Caesar Augustus There went forth this decree: Si quid rectus et justus  Liveth in Galilee, Let him go up to Jerusalem  And pay his scot to me.There are passed one after the other  Christmases fifty-three, Since I sat here with my mother  And heard the great decree: How they went up to Jerusalem  Out of Galilee.
 * J. Meade Falkner, "Christmas Day (The Family Sitting)"


 * But now in beauty and in light we see The hills and vales of far-famed Galilee. Though man may walk no more, as in old time, With step of freedom, and with brow sublime; Though on the Jew the Moslem pours disdain, And thinks him less than reptile of the plain; Though Rapine, mocking law, may prowl the land, And Murder daily rear her blood-stained hand,— Still Nature smiles, and Galilee appears Fair as a bride, although a bride in tears. In Jezreel’s vale the corn is waving deep, Fir, larch, and myrtle grace high Tabor’s steep; In warm Sepphoris’ beds the tulip’s streak Rivals red Morn when soft her blushes break; Ten thousand pansies breathe their odorous breath, And orchards bloom round holy Nazareth; While birds with song, as cooler eve comes on, Fill the green groves of bowery Zebulon.
 * , from Ruins of Many Lands (1849)


 * Fierce was the wild billow; dark was the night; Oars labour’d heavily; foam glimmer’d white; Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh; Then said the God of God, “Peace! it is I!”Ridge of the mountain-wave, lower thy crest! Wail of Euroclydon, be thou at rest! Peril can none be,—sorrow must fly,— Where saith the Light of Light, “Peace! it is I!”Jesus, deliverer! come thou to me! Soothe Thou my voyaging over Life’s sea! Thou, when the storm of Death roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of Truth! “Peace! it is I!”
 * Falsely ascribed to Anatolius, Patriarch of Constantinople. Translated by J. M. Neale
 * Charles Kemble, ed. The Book of Sacred Song (1864), pp. 277–278