Psalms 46:1
To the chiefe musition, a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth. The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles.
To the chiefe musition, a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth. The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles.
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2Therfore we wyll not feare though the earth be transposed: and though the hilles rushe into the middest of the sea.
3Though the waters thereof rage and swell: and though the mountaynes shake at the surges of the same. Selah.
4Yet the fludde by his ryuers shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the tabernacles of the most hyghest.
5God is in the myddest of her, therfore she can not be remoued: the Lorde wyll helpe her, and that ryght early.
6The heathen make much a do, and the kyngdomes are moued: but God shewed his voyce, and the earth melted away.
7The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.
10Be styll then, and knowe that I am the Lorde: I wyll be exalted among the heathen, I wyll be exalted in the earth.
11The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.
1Whosoeuer sitteth vnder the couer of the most highest: he shal abide vnder the shadowe of the almightie.
2I wyll say vnto God, thou art my hope and my fortresse: my Lorde, in whom I wyll trust.
6He only is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued.
7In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
8O ye people, put your trust in hym alway: powre out your heartes before him, for the Lorde is our hope. Selah.
22But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence.
11Geue vs ayde against trouble: for the sauing helpe of man is but vayne.
12Thorowe the Lorde we wyll do valiaunt actes: for he him selfe wyll treade downe our enemies.
3God is well knowen in her palaces: as a most sure refuge.
9God also wyll be a refuge for the oppressed: euen a refuge in tyme of trouble.
2God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
8Our helpe is in the name of God: who hath made heauen and earth.
1A prayer of Moyses the man of God. Lorde thou hast ben our habitation: from one generation to another generation.
7The Lord is gratious, a strong holde in the day of trouble, and knoweth them that trust in hym.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
12Geue vs ayde against trouble: for the sauing helpe of man is but vayne.
3Neuerthelesse at all times as I am afraide: I put my whole trust in thee.
4In the Lord I wyll prayse his word: in the Lorde I haue put my trust, and I wyll not feare what flesh can do vnto me.
4Put ye your trust alway in the Lord: for in the Lorde God there is strength for euermore.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. God heare thee in the day of trouble: the name of the Lorde of Iacob defende thee.
1A song of high degrees. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
2My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth.
3God is my strength, in him will I trust: he is my shielde, and the horne of my saluation, my hie towre, and my refuge, my sauiour, thou hast saued me from wrong.
32For who is a God saue the Lord? and who is mightie saue our God?
33God strengthneth me in battaile: & ryddeth the way cleare before me.
6Thou art he who in his strength setleth fast the mountaines: and is gyrded about with power.
11O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
3For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
6So that we may boldely saye, the Lorde is my helper, and I wyll not feare what man way do vnto me.
1To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
31For who is a Lorde besides God: or who hath any strength besides our Lorde?
32It is God that hath gyrded me with valiauntnesse of warre: and he hath made my way playne.
18For our shielde is of God: and our king is of the most holy of Israel.
11In the Lorde I put my trust: I wyll not be afraide what man can do vnto me.
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
20Our soule wayteth after God: he is our ayde and shielde.
2O Lorde haue mercie vpon vs, we haue put our whole trust in thee: be an arme to such early, and our health in the tyme of trouble.
39But saluation of the righteous commeth of God: whiche is also their strength in time of trouble.
1Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
9Who preserueth our soule in life: and suffereth not our feete to slip.
2My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me.