The life and reign of David king of Israel

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Longmans, Green, Reader, and Dyer, 1867 - 398 páginas
 

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Página 366 - The Spirit of the LORD spake by me, ' And his word was in my tongue. ' The GOD of Israel said, ' The Rock of Israel spake to me, ' HE that rulcth over men must be just,
Página 147 - O give thanks unto the Lord; call upon His name : Make known His deeds among the people. Sing unto Him, sing psalms unto Him : Talk ye of all His wondrous works. Glory ye in His holy name : Let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord.
Página 351 - And men shall speak of the might of Thy terrible acts : And I will declare Thy greatness. They shall abundantly utter the memory of Thy great goodness, And shall sing of Thy righteousness. The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion ; Slow to anger, and of great mercy.
Página 38 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield : but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Página 234 - Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Página 104 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Página 87 - 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. 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.
Página 168 - Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.
Página 86 - MY God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
Página 244 - When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.

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