Löydetty 417 Tulokset: Lost Sheep

• would not he know of it? He can read the secrets of men’s hearts. No, it is for thy sake that we face death at every moment, reckoned no better than sheep marked down for slaughter. (Psalms 43, 22)

• There they lie in the world beneath, huddled like sheep, with death for their shepherd, the just for their masters; soon, soon their image fades, the grave for its tenement. (Psalms 48, 15)

• the guilt which I freely acknowledge, the sin which is never lost to my sight. (Psalms 50, 5)

• Fat burnt-offerings of sheep shall be thine, and the smoke of ram’s flesh; bullocks and goats shall be thy sacrifice. (Psalms 65, 15)

• never shone silver so bright on a dove’s feathers, never gold so fair on a dove’s wings; and you, all the while, resting quiet among the sheep-folds! (Psalms 67, 14)

• Lost those others may be, who desert thy cause, lost are all those who break their troth with thee; (Psalms 72, 27)

• (A maskil. Of Asaph.) O God, hast thou altogether abandoned us? Sheep of thy own pasturing, must we feel the fires of thy vengeance? (Psalms 73, 1)

• He chose David, too, for his servant; took him away from herding the sheep; bade him leave off following the ewes that were in milk, (Psalms 77, 70)

• Could but the groaning of the captive reach thy presence! Thy arm has not lost its strength; from our bonds deliver us, a race doomed to die. (Psalms 78, 11)

• and we, thy own people, sheep of thy pasturing, will give thee thanks for ever, echo, from one generation to the next, the story of thy renown. (Psalms 78, 13)

• Still, when my foothold seems lost, thy mercy, Lord, holds me up; (Psalms 93, 18)

• Who but the Lord is our God? And what are we, but folk of his pasturing, sheep that follow his beckoning hand? (Psalms 94, 7)