Löydetty 4918 Tulokset: Rom
What praise shall burst from my lips, when thou makest known thy will! (Psalms 118, 171)
Lord, have pity and deliver me from the treacherous lips, the perjured tongue. (Psalms 119, 2)
sharp arrows from a warrior’s bow, blazing faggots of broom. (Psalms 119, 4)
from the Lord deliverance comes to me, the Lord who made heaven and earth. (Psalms 120, 2)
The Lord will guard thee from all evil; the Lord will protect thee in danger; (Psalms 120, 7)
Safe, like a bird rescued from the fowler’s snare; the snare is broken and we are safe! (Psalms 123, 7)
Deliver us, Lord, from our bondage; our withered hopes, Lord, like some desert water-course renew!✻ (Psalms 125, 4)
Fatherhood itself is the Lord’s gift, the fruitful womb is a reward that comes from him. (Psalms 126, 3)
Sore have they beset me even from my youth (let this be Israel’s boast); (Psalms 128, 1)
sore have they beset me even from my youth, but never once outmatched me. (Psalms 128, 2)
I wait for the Lord, for his word of promise my soul waits; (Psalms 129, 5)
He it is that will ransom Israel from all his iniquities. (Psalms 129, 8)
