Discovery Box| (0.39) | Job 36:30 |
| See how he scattered 1 his lightning 2 about him; he has covered the depths 3 of the sea. |
| (0.39) | Job 39:6 |
| to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place? |
| (0.39) | Job 40:21 |
| Under the lotus trees it lies, in the secrecy of the reeds and the marsh. |
| (0.39) | Job 41:17 |
| They lock tightly together, one to the next; 1 they cling together and cannot be separated. |
| (0.39) | Psa 12:3 |
| May the Lord cut off 1 all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts! 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 18:32 |
| The one true God 1 gives 2 me strength; 3 he removes 4 the obstacles in my way. 5 |
| (0.39) | Psa 18:45 |
| foreigners lose their courage; 1 they shake with fear 2 as they leave 3 their strongholds. 4 |
| (0.39) | Psa 19:2 |
| Day after day it speaks out; 1 night after night it reveals his greatness. 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 22:17 |
| I can count 1 all my bones; my enemies 2 are gloating over me in triumph. 3 |
| (0.39) | Psa 26:8 |
| O Lord, I love the temple where you live, 1 the place where your splendor is revealed. 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 35:9 |
| Then I will rejoice in the Lord and be happy because of his deliverance. 1 |
| (0.39) | Psa 37:12 |
| Evil men plot against the godly 1 and viciously attack them. 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 37:32 |
| Evil men set an ambush for the godly and try to kill them. 1 |
| (0.39) | Psa 48:12 |
| Walk around 1 Zion! Encircle it! Count its towers! |
| (0.39) | Psa 50:6 |
| The heavens declare his fairness, 1 for God is judge. 2 (Selah) |
| (0.39) | Psa 52:3 |
| You love evil more than good, lies more than speaking the truth. 1 (Selah) |
| (0.39) | Psa 65:12 |
| The pastures in the wilderness glisten with moisture, 1 and the hills are clothed with joy. 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 69:27 |
| Hold them accountable for all their sins! 1 Do not vindicate them! 2 |
| (0.39) | Psa 73:4 |
| For they suffer no pain; 1 their bodies 2 are strong and well-fed. 3 |
| (0.39) | Psa 76:4 |
| You shine brightly and reveal your majesty, as you descend from the hills where you killed your prey. 1 |
