Discovery Box| (0.65) | Psa 87:6 |
| The Lord writes in the census book of the nations, 1 “This one was born there.” 2 (Selah) |
| (0.65) | Psa 87:7 |
| As for the singers, as well as the pipers – all of them sing within your walls. 1 |
| (0.65) | Psa 89:14 |
| Equity and justice are the foundation of your throne. 1 Loyal love and faithfulness characterize your rule. 2 |
| (0.65) | Psa 89:18 |
| For our shield 1 belongs to the Lord, our king to the Holy One of Israel. 2 |
| (0.65) | Psa 89:40 |
| You have broken down all his 1 walls; you have made his strongholds a heap of ruins. |
| (0.65) | Psa 89:47 |
| Take note of my brief lifespan! 1 Why do you make all people so mortal? 2 |
| (0.65) | Psa 90:8 |
| You are aware of our sins; 1 you even know about our hidden sins. 2 |
| (0.65) | Psa 91:3 |
| he will certainly rescue you from the snare of the hunter 1 and from the destructive plague. |
| (0.65) | Psa 91:5 |
| You need not fear the terrors of the night, 1 the arrow that flies by day, |
| (0.65) | Psa 92:10 |
| You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox. 1 I am covered 2 with fresh oil. |
| (0.65) | Psa 92:13 |
| Planted in the Lord’s house, they grow in the courts of our God. |
| (0.65) | Psa 94:2 |
| Rise up, O judge of the earth! Pay back the proud! |
| (0.65) | Psa 94:8 |
| Take notice of this, 1 you ignorant people! 2 You fools, when will you ever understand? |
| (0.65) | Psa 94:13 |
| in order to protect him from times of trouble, 1 until the wicked are destroyed. 2 |
| (0.65) | Psa 95:4 |
| The depths of the earth are in his hand, 1 and the mountain peaks belong to him. |
| (0.65) | Psa 96:5 |
| For all the gods of the nations are worthless, 1 but the Lord made the sky. |
| (0.65) | Psa 96:7 |
| Ascribe to the Lord, O families of the nations, ascribe to the Lord splendor and strength! |
| (0.65) | Psa 97:2 |
| Dark clouds surround him; equity and justice are the foundation of his throne. 1 |
| (0.65) | Psa 97:5 |
| The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of the whole earth. |
| (0.65) | Psa 102:5 |
| Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin. 1 |
