Psalms 7:12
If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
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13 He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
14 Beholde, he wyll be in trauayle of a mischiefe, for he hath conceaued a labour: but yet he shall be brought to bed of a falsehood.
15 He hath made a graue and digged it: but he hym selfe wyll fall into the pit whiche he hath made.
2 For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
11 The Lorde is a righteous iudge: and the Lorde is prouoked to anger euery day.
14 The vngodly haue drawen out the sworde, and haue bended their bowe: to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of right conuersation.
15 But their sworde shal go thorow their owne heart: & their bow shalbe broken.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
41 If I whet the edge of my sworde, and mine hande take holde to do iustice, I wyl recompence vengeaunce on mine enemies, and wyll rewarde them that hate me.
12 Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: and direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces.
3 Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.
32 The vngodly spyeth the righteous: and seeketh occasion to slay hym.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
2 And he neuerthelesse is wise, and will plague the wicked, and goeth not from his worde, he wyll aryse against the housholde of the frowarde, and against the helpe of euyll doers.
13 God will not withdraw his anger, and the most mightie helpes do stowpe vnder hym:
28 He starteth not away from him that bendeth the bowe: & as for sling stones he careth asmuch for stouble as for the.
7 Let them be dissolued as into water, let them come to naught of them selues: and when they shoote their arrowes, let them be as broken.
7 But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
22 He layeth aside all feare, his stomacke is not abated, neither starteth he backe for any sworde.
23 Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
29 An vngodly man hardeneth his face: but the iust refourmeth his owne way.
7 Howbeit, his meaning is not so, neither thinketh his heart on this fashion: But he imagineth howe he may roote out and destroy muche people.
12 The vngodly busieth his head all against the iust: and gnasheth vpon him with his teeth.
4 He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his ryght hande as an aduersarie, and euery thyng that was pleasaunt to see, he hath slayne: he hath powred out his wrath like a fire, into the tabernacle of the daughter of Sion.
18 Lest the Lorde when he seeth it be angry, and turne his wrath from hym vnto thee.
22 God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
24 Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
4 He imagineth mischiefe vpon his bed, & setteth him selfe in no good way: neither doth he abhorre any thing yt is euil.
23 I wyll heape mischiefes vpon them, & wyll destroy them with mine arrowes.
11 Then shall they take a courage, and transgresse, and do wickedly, imputing this their power vnto their god.
10 Sharpened is it to make a great slaughter, and furbished that it may glitter: Shall we then make mirth? It contemneth the rodde of my sonne as all other trees.
11 He hath geuen it to be furbished, to holde it in the hande: this sworde is sharpened, and furbished, to geue it into the hande of the slayer.
28 His arrowes are sharpe, and all his bowes bent: his horse hoofes are as flint, and his cart wheeles like a whyrle winde.
23 So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon.
1 He that is stifnecked and wyll not be refourmed, shall sodaynly be destroyed without any helpe.
11 Deliuer them that are drawen vnto death, and ceasse not to preserue them that are led to be slayne:
20 But if he thrust hym of hate, or hurle at hym by laying of wayte, that he dye,
5 Then wyll he speake vnto them in his wrath: and he wyll astonie them with feare in his sore displeasure.
26 If any man drawe out a sword at him, it shall not hurt him: there may neither speare, laueling, nor brestplate abide him.
17 I am wroth with hym for his couetousnesse, I smite hym, I hide me and am angrie, and he turneth himselfe, and foloweth thee by the way of his owne heart.
20 He layde his handes vpon such as be at peace with him: and he brake his couenaunt.
13 If a man lay not awayte, but God deliuer him into his hande, then I wyll poynt thee a place whither he shal flee.
7 And if he say it is well done, then thy seruaunt shal haue peace: But and if he be angry, then be sure that wickednesse is vtterly concluded of him.
6 For whyles they lye in wayte, they haue made redye their heart lyke an ouen, their baker sleepeth all night, in the morning it burneth as a flambe of fire.
34 For the ielousie and wrath of the man wyll not be entreated,
19 A man of great wrath shall suffer punishment: and though thou once deliuer hym, thou must do it agayne.