The Psalter, with the canticles and hymns of the church, pointed for chanting, by J.M. BentleyJohn Morgan Bentley 1870 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Basan bless ye cast children of men cometh deliver destroy Deus Domine Domino doth dureth dwell earth Edom Egypt enemies evil eyes fathers fear fore give thanks unto glad glory godly goeth gracious hate hear heart heathen heaven hills holy honour Israel Jacob JOHN HEYWOOD joice joyful judgments keep thy King land Libanus Lord hath magnify maketh mandments mighty mong Morning Prayer mouth ness perish pheme poor pràise praise the Lord praise thee PSALM rejoice righteous salvation shalt thou shawms shew sing praises sing unto Sion soul speak statutes strength testi thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thy commandments thy mercy thy Name thy righteousness thy servant thy word tongue trouble trust turned un-to ungodly ùnto unto the Lord unto thee unto thy vation voice waters wicked wickedness wilder worship wrath ye Stars ye the Lord
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 173 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
Seite 42 - Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long : and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee ; and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
Seite 5 - Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Seite 119 - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.
Seite 40 - Keep innocency, and take heed unto the thing that is right : for that shall bring a man peace at the last.
Seite 19 - I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint : my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. 15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws ; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Seite 170 - I stretch forth my hands unto thee : my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land. 7 Hear me, O Lord, and that soon, for my spirit waxeth faint : hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Seite 44 - For innumerable troubles are come about me ; my sins have taken such hold upon me that I am not able to look up : yea, they are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath failed me.
Seite 62 - And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Seite 92 - Thou preparedst room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river.