(0.39) | Job 38:29 | From whose womb does the ice emerge, and the frost from the sky, 1 who gives birth to it, |
(0.39) | Job 39:12 | Can you count on 1 it to bring in 2 your grain, 3 and gather the grain 4 to your threshing floor? 5 |
(0.39) | Psa 10:10 | His victims are crushed and beaten down; they are trapped in his sturdy nets. 1 |
(0.39) | Psa 21:2 | You grant 1 him his heart’s desire; you do not refuse his request. 2 (Selah) |
(0.39) | Psa 21:13 | Rise up, O Lord, in strength! 1 We will sing and praise 2 your power! |
(0.39) | Psa 29:6 | He makes Lebanon skip like a calf and Sirion 1 like a young ox. 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 32:2 | How blessed is the one 1 whose wrongdoing the Lord does not punish, 2 in whose spirit there is no deceit. 3 |
(0.39) | Psa 34:12 | Do you want to really live? 1 Would you love to live a long, happy life? 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 34:18 | The Lord is near the brokenhearted; he delivers 1 those who are discouraged. 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 37:8 | Do not be angry and frustrated! 1 Do not fret! That only leads to trouble! |
(0.39) | Psa 44:10 | You made us retreat 1 from the enemy. Those who hate us take whatever they want from us. 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 44:15 | All day long I feel humiliated 1 and am overwhelmed with shame, 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 44:19 | Yet you have battered us, leaving us a heap of ruins overrun by wild dogs; 1 you have covered us with darkness. 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 49:18 | He pronounces this blessing on himself while he is alive: “May men praise you, for you have done well!” |
(0.39) | Psa 51:10 | Create for me a pure heart, O God! 1 Renew a resolute spirit within me! 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 57:7 | I am determined, 1 O God! I am determined! I will sing and praise you! |
(0.39) | Psa 65:7 | You calm the raging seas 1 and their roaring waves, as well as the commotion made by the nations. 2 |
(0.39) | Psa 66:4 | All the earth worships 1 you and sings praises to you! They sing praises to your name!” (Selah) |
(0.39) | Psa 66:14 | which my lips uttered and my mouth spoke when I was in trouble. |
(0.39) | Psa 69:12 | Those who sit at the city gate gossip about me; drunkards mock me in their songs. 1 |