Talált 1175 Eredmények: Rat
How long, O Lord? Will you turn away unto the end? Will your wrath flare up like a fire? (Psalms 88, 47)
A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our refuge from generation to generation. (Psalms 89, 1)
For, at your wrath, we have withered away, and we have been disturbed by your fury. (Psalms 89, 7)
For all our days have faded away, and at your wrath, we have fainted. Our years will be considered to be like a spider’s web. (Psalms 89, 9)
Who knows the power of your wrath? And, before fear, can your wrath (Psalms 89, 11)
Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us. (Psalms 94, 6)
For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart. (Psalms 94, 10)
And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest. (Psalms 94, 11)
For the Lord is sweet, his mercy is in eternity, and his truth is from generation to generation. (Psalms 99, 5)
But you, O Lord, endure for eternity, and your memorial is from generation to generation. (Psalms 101, 13)
Let these things be written in another generation, and the people who will be created will praise the Lord. (Psalms 101, 19)
Do not call me back in the middle of my days: your years are from generation to generation. (Psalms 101, 25)
