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Verse 19

The LORDE God is my strength, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: & he which geueth ye victory, shal bringe me to my hye places, synginge vpon my psalmes.

Referenced Verses

2 Sam 22:34 : 34 He hath made my fete like hartes fete, & hath set me vp an hye.
Ps 18:33 : 33 He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.
Deut 32:13 : 13 He caried him ouer ye heigth of the earth, and fed him with the increase of the felde. He caused him sucke hony out of the rocke, and oyle out of the harde stone.
Deut 33:29 : 29 Happye art thou Israel, who is lyke vnto the? O thou people yt art saued by the LORDE, which is thy helpe, shylde, and the swerde of thy glorye. Thyne enemies shal pyne awaye, and thou shalt treade vpon the height of them.
Ps 46:1 : 1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
2 Cor 12:9-9 : 9 And he sayde vnto me: My grace is sufficiet for the. For my strength is made perfecte thorow weaknes. Very glad therfore wil I reioyse in my weaknesses, that the strength of Christ maye dwell in me. 10 Therfore am I contente in infirmities, in rebukes, in necessities, in persecucions, in anguysshes for Christes sake: for wha I am weake, the am I stroge.
Ps 27:1 : 1 The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
Isa 45:24 : 24 sayenge: Verely in the LORDE is my rightuousnes and strength. To him shal me come: but all they that thinke scorne of him, shalbe confounded.
Isa 58:14 : 14 The shalt thou haue yi pleasure in ye LORDE, which shal carie ye hie aboue ye earth, & fede the wt the heretage of Iacob thy father: for the LORDES owne mouth hath so promised.
Zech 10:12 : 12 I will comforte them in the LORDE, that they maye walke in his name, saieth the LORDE.
Isa 12:2 : 2 Beholde, God is my health, in whom I trust, and am not afrayde. For the LORDE God is my strength, and my prayse, he also shalbe my refuge.
Ps 4:1-8 : 1 Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer. 2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes? 3 Sela Knowe this, that the LORDE dealeth maruelously with his saynte: and when I call vpon the LORDE, he heareth me. 4 Be angrie, but synne not: como wt youre owne hertes vpo yor beddes, & remebre yor selues. 5 Sela. Offre ye sacrifice of rightuousnes, & put yor trust in ye LORDE. 6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce. 7 Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne. 8 Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.
Eph 3:16 : 16 that he graunte you (acordinge to ye riches of his glory) to be strengthed with power by his sprete in ye inwarde ma,
Phil 4:13 : 13 I can do all thinges thorow Christ, which stregtheth me.
Col 1:11 : 11 & to be strengthed wt all power acordinge to the mighte of his glory, to all pacience and longsufferynge with ioyfulnes,
Ps 54:1-55:23 : 1 Helpe me (o God) for thy names sake, and delyuer me in thy stregth. 2 Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth. 3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule. 4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule. 5 He shall rewarde euell vnto myne enemies, and in thy treuth shalt thou destroye them. 6 A frewil offeringe wil I geue the, and prayse thy name o LORDE, because it is so comfortable. 7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies. 1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne. 2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me. 3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me. 4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me. 5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest. 6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse. 7 Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest. 8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite. 9 This goeth daye and night aboute the walles, myschefe and vyce are in the myddest of it. 10 Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes. 11 Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him. 12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede. 13 We had swete and secrete communicacion together, and louyngly walked we together in ye house of God. 14 Let death come hastely vpon them, and let them go downe quick into hell, for wickednes is amonge them in their dwellinges. 15 As for me, I will call vnto God, and the LORDE shall helpe me. 16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce. 17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me. 18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God. 19 Yee they laye hondes vpon soch as be at peace with him, and so thei breake his couenaunt. 20 Their mouthes are softer then butter, & yet haue they batell in their mynde: their wordes are smoother then oyle, and yet be they very swerdes. 21 O cast thy burthen (or care) vpon the LORDE, he shal norish the, and not leaue the rightuous in vnquietnesse. 22 But as for them, thou (o God) shalt cast them downe in to the pitte of destruccion. 23 The bloudthurstie and disceatfull shal not lyue out half their daies. Neuerthelesse my trust is in the.
Ps 67:1-7 : 1 God be mercifull vnto vs, blesse vs, & shewe the light off his countenauce apon vs. 2 Sela. That we maye knowe yi waye vpo earth, yi sauynge health amonge all Heithen. 3 Let the people prayse the (o God) yee let all people prayse the. 4 O let the people reioyse and be glad, that thou iudgest the folke rightuously, and gouernest the nacions vpo earth. 5 Let the people prayse the (o God) let all people prayse the. 6 God (euen oure owne God) geue vs his blessinge, that the earth maye bringe forth hir increase 7 God blesse vs, and let all the endes of ye worlde feare him.
Ps 76:1-9 : 1 In Iuda is God knowne, his name is greate in Israel. 2 At Salem is his tabernacle, & his dwellinge in Sion. 3 There breaketh he the arowes of the bowe, ye shylde, the swerde & the whole battayll. 4 Sela. Thou art of more honoure & might the the hilles of robbers. 5 The proude shalbe robbed & slepe their slepe, & ye mightie shalbe able to do nothinge with their hodes. 6 Whe thou rebukest them (o God of Iacob) both the charettes & horsmen shal fall on slepe. 7 Thou art feareful, for who maye abyde in yi sight, when thou art angrie? 8 When thou lattest thy iudgment be herde from heauen, the erth trembleth & is still. 9 Yee when God aryseth to geue iudgment, & to helpe all them that be in aduersite vpon earth. 10 Sela. When thou punyshest one man, he must knowlege, that thou art redy to punysh other mo. 11 Loke what ye promyse vnto the LORDE youre God, se that kepe it, all ye that be roude aboute him: brynge presentes vnto him yt ought to be feared. 12 Which taketh awaye the breth of prynces, & is wonderfull amoge the kynges of the earth.
Ps 6:1-9 : 1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. 2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed. 3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe? 4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake. 5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell? 6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares. 7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies. 8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge. 9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer. 10 All myne enemies shalbe cofounded & sore vexed: yee they shalbe turned backe and put to shame, and that right soone.
Ps 18:1 : 1 I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.