Psalms 68:21
God wyll wounde the head of his enemies: and the heary scalpe of hym who goeth on styll in his wickednesse.
God wyll wounde the head of his enemies: and the heary scalpe of hym who goeth on styll in his wickednesse.
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16For his labour shall come vpon his owne head: and his wickednesse shall fall vpon his owne pate.
20The Lorde is our Lorde for to saue vs: and all maner of wayes for death pertayneth to God the Lorde.
22The Lorde hath sayde, I wyll bryng my people agayne out from Basan: I wyll bryng them agayne out from the deepe of the sea.
23That thy footes and the tongue of thy dogges: may be made redde in the blood of the enemies by his meanes.
6He wyll iudge the Heathen: he wyll fill euery place with dead bodyes, he wyll smyte the head of a great countrey.
7He wyll drinke of the swyft running brooke in the way: therfore he wyll lift vp his head.
13Thou wentest foorth for the saluation of thy people, euen for saluation with thyne annoynted: thou hast wounded the head of the house of the wicked, and discoueredst the foundations vnto the necke. Selah.
14Thou diddest strike thorow with his owne staues the heades of his villages, they came out as a whirlewinde to scatter me: their reioycyng was as to deuour the poore secretly.
7Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
7But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
8Yea they shall cause their owne tongues to be a meanes for to destroy the selues: insomuch that who so seeth them, shal desire to flee away from them
2For beholde, thyne enemies make an vprore: and they that hate thee, haue lifted vp their head.
7O Lorde God the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle.
26For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
66He smote his enemies in the hynder parts: & put them to a perpetual shame.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid, which is a song. In case the Lorde woulde aryse, his enemies woulde be scattered: and they that hate hym woulde flee from his face.
22The enemie shal not be able to do him violence: the sonne of wickednesse shall not afflict hym.
23I wyll breake into peeces his foes before his face: and ouerthrowe them that hate hym.
4They that hate me without a cause are mo then the heeres of my head: they that are myne enemies and woulde destroy me giltlesse are mightie, I payde them the thynges that I neuer toke.
40Thou hast geuen me myne enemies neckes: and I haue destroyed them that hated me.
41And thou hast geuen me the neckes of myne enemies: that I might destroye them that hate me.
23And he wyll recompence them their wickednesse, and destroy them in their owne malice: God our Lorde wyll destroy them.
38I smote them downe, and they are not able to aryse: they haue taken such a fall vnder my feete.
48It is God that geueth me power to reuenge me: & bringeth downe the people vnder me.
5He wyll rewarde euyll vnto mine enemies: destroy thou them according to thy trueth.
19For truely thou wylt slay O Lord the wicked man: and the blood thirstie men to whom I euer say depart ye from me.
13Through the Lorde wyll we do valiaunt actes: for he him selfe will treade downe our enemies.
7That they may take auengement of the heathen: and correction of the nations.
47It is God that hath geuen me power to take auengeaunce: and he hath subdued the people vnder me.
35The Lorde shall smyte thee in the knees and legges with a mischeuous botch that can not be healed, euen from the sole of thy foote, vnto the top of thy head.
8But with an ouerrunning flood he wil destroy her place, and will pursue his enemies with darkenesse.
23Yet Lorde thou knowest all their counsayle, that they haue deuised to slay me, forgeue not their wickednesse, and let not their sinnes be put out of thy sight, but let them be iudged before thee as giltie: this do thou vnto them in the tyme of thine indignation.
35O Lorde thou art terrible out of thy holy places: the God of Israel geueth myght and strength vnto his people, Blessed be the Lorde.
6Which when he is wroth, smiteth the people with continuall strokes, and in wrath raigneth ouer the heathen, who he persecuteth without compassion.
10My mercifull Lord wyll preuent me: the Lord will let me see my desire vpon mine enemies.
9Let the labour of his owne lippe couer him: who is head of them that compasse me about.
12Thorowe the Lorde we wyll do valiaunt actes: for he him selfe wyll treade downe our enemies.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
19The Lorde who sitteth a ruler from the beginning, wyll heare me and afflict them, Selah: forsomuche as there is no chaunge in them, and for that they do not feare God.
5Therfore the Lord wyll destroy thee for euer: he wyll take thee and plucke thee out of thy dwelling, and roote thee out of the lande of the liuing. Selah.
22God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
17Therfore shall the Lorde shaue the heades of the daughters of Sion, and shall discouer their filthinesse.
38As for wicked transgressours, they shalbe destroyed all together: and the ende of the vngodly shalbe rooted vp at the last.
15For the day of the Lorde is neare vpon all the heathen: as thou hast done, it shalbe done to thee, thy rewarde shall returne vpon thyne head.
8Thine hande wyll finde out all thine enemies: thy right hande wyll finde out them that hate thee.
7Shall they escape for their wickednes? O Lorde in thy displeasure cast downe headlong this people.
17And I wyll set my face agaynst you, & ye shall fall before your enemies: they that hate you shal raigne ouer you, and ye shall flee whe no man foloweth you.
21Malice shal put the vngodly to death: and they that hate the righteous, shalbe brought to naught.
21But to the heart of their idols and their abhominations their heart goeth, their wayes wyll I bryng vpon their owne heades, saith the Lorde God.
31Then he sayd: God do so & more also to me, if the head of Elisa the sonne of Saphat shall stande on him this day.