Discovery Box| (0.38) | Psa 141:2 |
| May you accept my prayer like incense, my uplifted hands like the evening offering! 1 |
| (0.38) | Psa 141:3 |
| O Lord, place a guard on my mouth! Protect the opening 1 of my lips! 2 |
| (0.38) | Psa 141:10 |
| Let the wicked fall 1 into their 2 own nets, while I escape. 3 |
| (0.38) | Psa 144:10 |
| the one who delivers 1 kings, and rescued David his servant from a deadly 2 sword. |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:3 |
| The Lord is great and certainly worthy of praise! No one can fathom his greatness! 1 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:6 |
| They will proclaim 1 the power of your awesome acts! I will declare your great deeds! |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:7 |
| They will talk about the fame of your great kindness, 1 and sing about your justice. 2 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:8 |
| The Lord is merciful and compassionate; he is patient 1 and demonstrates great loyal love. 2 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:9 |
| The Lord is good to all, and has compassion on all he has made. 1 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:10 |
| All he has made will give thanks to the Lord. Your loyal followers will praise you. |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:11 |
| They will proclaim the splendor of your kingdom; they will tell about your power, |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:12 |
| so that mankind 1 might acknowledge your mighty acts, and the majestic splendor of your kingdom. |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:14 |
| 1 The Lord supports all who fall, and lifts up all who are bent over. 2 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:16 |
| You open your hand, and fill every living thing with the food they desire. 1 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:17 |
| The Lord is just in all his actions, 1 and exhibits love in all he does. 2 |
| (0.38) | Psa 145:21 |
| My mouth will praise the Lord. 1 Let all who live 2 praise his holy name forever! |
| (0.38) | Psa 147:13 |
| For he makes the bars of your gates strong. He blesses your children 1 within you. |
| (0.38) | Psa 147:14 |
| He 1 brings peace to your territory. 2 He abundantly provides for you 3 the best grain. |
| (0.38) | Psa 147:15 |
| He 1 sends his command through the earth; 2 swiftly his order reaches its destination. 3 |
| (0.38) | Psa 147:17 |
| He throws his hailstones 1 like crumbs. Who can withstand the cold wind he sends? 2 |
