Discovery Box| (0.62) | Psa 97:5 |
| The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of the whole earth. |
| (0.62) | Psa 102:3 |
| For my days go up in smoke, 1 and my bones are charred like a fireplace. 2 |
| (0.62) | Psa 102:4 |
| My heart is parched 1 and withered like grass, for I am unable 2 to eat food. 3 |
| (0.62) | Psa 102:7 |
| I stay awake; 1 I am like a solitary bird on a roof. |
| (0.62) | Psa 102:11 |
| My days are coming to an end, 1 and I am withered like grass. |
| (0.62) | Psa 104:6 |
| The watery deep covered it 1 like a garment; the waters reached 2 above the mountains. 3 |
| (0.62) | Psa 106:6 |
| We have sinned like 1 our ancestors; 2 we have done wrong, we have done evil. |
| (0.62) | Psa 107:17 |
| They acted like fools in their rebellious ways, 1 and suffered because of their sins. |
| (0.62) | Psa 107:27 |
| They swayed 1 and staggered like a drunk, and all their skill proved ineffective. 2 |
| (0.62) | Psa 115:8 |
| Those who make them will end up 1 like them, as will everyone who trusts in them. |
| (0.62) | Psa 119:19 |
| I am like a foreigner in this land. 1 Do not hide your commands from me! |
| (0.62) | Psa 119:83 |
| For 1 I am like a wineskin 2 dried up in smoke. 3 I do not forget your statutes. |
| (0.62) | Psa 119:119 |
| You remove all the wicked of the earth like slag. 1 Therefore I love your rules. 2 |
| (0.62) | Psa 119:162 |
| I rejoice in your instructions, like one who finds much plunder. 1 |
| (0.62) | Psa 127:4 |
| Sons born during one’s youth are like arrows in a warrior’s hand. 1 |
| (0.62) | Psa 135:18 |
| Those who make them will end up 1 like them, as will everyone who trusts in them. |
| (0.62) | Psa 140:3 |
| Their tongues wound like a serpent; 1 a viper’s 2 venom is behind 3 their lips. (Selah) |
| (0.62) | Psa 147:17 |
| He throws his hailstones 1 like crumbs. Who can withstand the cold wind he sends? 2 |
| (0.62) | Pro 13:12 |
| Hope 1 deferred 2 makes the heart sick, 3 but a longing fulfilled 4 is like 5 a tree of life. |
| (0.62) | Pro 16:24 |
| Pleasant words are like 1 a honeycomb, 2 sweet to the soul and healing 3 to the bones. |
