Verse 12

Aryse O God, preuent his commyng, make hym to bowe: delyuer thou my soule from the vngodly which is thy sworde.

Referenced Verses

• Ps 7:2 : 2 Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.
• Ps 10:9 : 9 He lieth in wayte lurking as a Lion in his denne: he lyeth in wayte lurkyng, that he may violently carry away the afflicted, he doth carry away violentlye the afflicted, in halyng hym into his net.
• Ps 22:13 : 13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
• 2 Tim 4:17 : 17 Notwithstandyng, the Lorde assisted me, and strengthed me, that by me the preachyng should be fulfylled to the vtmost, and that all the gentiles should heare, and I was deliuered out of the mouth of the Lion.
• 1 Pet 5:8 : 8 Be sober, & watche, for your aduersarie the deuyll, as a roaryng Lion walketh about seking who he may deuour: