Psalms 7:13
He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
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12 If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
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.
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.
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.
7 But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
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.
3 Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.
4 That they may priuily shoote at hym which is perfect: they do sodenly shoote at hym and feare not.
4 So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
11 For they intended mischiefe agaynst thee, and imagined a craftie deuice: but they coulde not bring it to passe.
12 Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: and direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces.
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.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
23 I wyll heape mischiefes vpon them, & wyll destroy them with mine arrowes.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
32 The vngodly spyeth the righteous: and seeketh occasion to slay hym.
5 Thyne arrowes are sharpe: a people the kynges enemies shall submit in heart them selues vnto thee.
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 That they may take auengement of the heathen: and correction of the nations.
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.
2 He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
4 For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
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.
8 He sitteth lurkyng in theeuishe corners of the streates: and priuily in lurking dennes he doth murther the innocent, he eyeth diligently hym that is weake.
10 The snare is layde for him in the grounde, and a pitfall in the way.
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.
42 I wyll make myne arrowes drunke with blood, and my sworde shal deuour fleshe, & that for the blood of the slayne, and for their captiuitie, sence the begynnyng of the wrath of the enemie.
6 Which when he is wroth, smiteth the people with continuall strokes, and in wrath raigneth ouer the heathen, who he persecuteth without compassion.
12 The vngodly busieth his head all against the iust: and gnasheth vpon him with his teeth.
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.
23 Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
35 He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
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.
22 God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
8 Let a sodayne destruction come vpon hym vnawares: and his net that he hath layde priuily catch hym selfe, let him fall into it with his owne destruction.
18 As he that fayneth him selfe mad, casteth firebrandes, deadly arrowes and dartes:
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.
19 Our persecutours are swifter then the Egles of the ayre: they folowed vppon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layde wayte for vs in the wyldernesse.
6 Cast out terrible lightninges and feare them: shoote out thyne arrowes and consume them.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
6 They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
2 Who in heart imagine mischiefes: and set forwarde to warre euery day.
34 He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.