Löydetty 2084 Tulokset: Sin
The Lord, now, will grant us his blessing, to make our land yield its harvest; (Psalms 84, 13)
(A song. A psalm. Of the sons of Core. To the choir-master. Melody: Mahalat. For singing. A maskil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.) (Psalms 87, 1)
for indeed my heart is full of trouble. My life sinks ever closer to the grave; (Psalms 87, 4)
Ever since youth, misery and mortal sickness have been my lot; wearily I have borne thy visitations; (Psalms 87, 16)
Then they shall feel the rod for their transgressions, I will scourge them for their sin, (Psalms 88, 33)
so jealous thy scrutiny of our wrong-doing, so clear our hidden sins shew in the light of thy presence. (Psalms 89, 8)
measure thy anger by the reverence we owe thee! Teach us to count every passing day, till our hearts find wisdom. (Psalms 89, 12)
rather, thy eyes shall look about thee, and see the reward of sinners. (Psalms 90, 8)
Sweet it is to praise the Lord, to sing, most high God, in honour of thy name; (Psalms 91, 2)
Must it be the sinners still, Lord, the sinners still that triumph? (Psalms 93, 3)
For him, thou wilt lighten the time of adversity, digging a pit all the while to entrap the sinner. (Psalms 93, 13)
with praises court his presence, singing a joyful psalm! (Psalms 94, 2)