Discovery Box| (0.68) | Psa 59:9 |
| You are my source of strength! I will wait for you! 1 For God is my refuge. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 69:21 |
| They put bitter poison 1 into my food, and to quench my thirst they give me vinegar to drink. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 71:10 |
| For my enemies talk about me; those waiting for a chance to kill me plot my demise. 1 |
| (0.68) | Psa 89:33 |
| But I will not remove 1 my loyal love from him, nor be unfaithful to my promise. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 89:34 |
| I will not break 1 my covenant or go back on what I promised. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 102:4 |
| My heart is parched 1 and withered like grass, for I am unable 2 to eat food. 3 |
| (0.68) | Psa 104:33 |
| I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God as long as I exist! 1 |
| (0.68) | Psa 109:24 |
| I am so starved my knees shake; 1 I have turned into skin and bones. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 116:1 |
| I love the Lord because he heard my plea for mercy, 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 119:50 |
| This 1 is what comforts me in my trouble, for your promise revives me. 2 |
| (0.68) | Psa 119:109 |
| My life is in continual danger, 1 but I do not forget your law. |
| (0.68) | Psa 119:139 |
| My zeal 1 consumes 2 me, for my enemies forget your instructions. 3 |
| (0.68) | Psa 121:1 |
| A song of ascents. 2 I look up 3 toward the hills. From where 4 does my help come? |
| (0.68) | Psa 143:6 |
| I spread my hands out to you in prayer; 1 my soul thirsts for you in a parched 2 land. 3 |
| (0.68) | Psa 146:2 |
| I will praise the Lord as long as I live! I will sing praises to my God as long as I exist! |
| (0.68) | Pro 4:10 |
| Listen, my child, 1 and accept my words, so that 2 the years of your life will be many. 3 |
| (0.68) | Pro 8:7 |
| For my mouth 1 speaks truth, 2 and my lips 3 hate wickedness. 4 |
| (0.68) | Isa 10:5 |
| Assyria, the club I use to vent my anger, is as good as dead, 1 a cudgel with which I angrily punish. 2 |
| (0.68) | Isa 10:25 |
| For very soon my fury 1 will subside, and my anger will be directed toward their destruction.” |
| (0.68) | Isa 16:11 |
| So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp, 1 my inner being sighs 2 for Kir Hareseth. 3 |
