Talált 13244 Eredmények: Úr
[For the choirmaster On oboe and harp Psalm Of David] I thank you, Yahweh, with my whole heart, I recount all your wonders, (Psalms 9, 1)
I rejoice and delight in you, I sing to your name, Most High. (Psalms 9, 2)
My enemies are in retreat, they stumble and perish at your presence, (Psalms 9, 3)
for you have given fair judgement in my favour, seated on your throne as upright judge. (Psalms 9, 4)
Those who revere your name can rely on you, you never desert those who seek you, Yahweh. (Psalms 9, 10)
that I may recount all your praises at the gates of the daughter of Zion and rejoice in your salvation. (Psalms 9, 14)
May the wicked turn away to Sheol, all the nations forgetful of God. (Psalms 9, 17)
The wicked is proud of his inmost desires, by his blasphemies the grasping spurns Yahweh, (Psalms 10, 3)
In all circumstances his step is assured; your judgements are above his head. His rivals? He scoffs at them all. (Psalms 10, 5)
he wishes it on others. His speech is full of lies and browbeating, under his tongue lurk spite and wickedness. (Psalms 10, 7)
In the undergrowth he lies in ambush, in his hiding-place he murders the innocent. He watches intently for the downtrodden, (Psalms 10, 8)
lurking unseen like a lion in his lair, lurking to pounce on the poor; he pounces on him and drags him off in his net. (Psalms 10, 9)
