Psalms 120:4
Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.
Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.
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3 What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?
5 Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
3 Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
4 That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
10 Let hote burnynge coales fall vpo the, let the be cast in to the fyre, and in to the pytt, that they neuer ryse vp agayne.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
13 The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
22 For the fyre is kyndled in my wrath, and shal burne vnto ye nethermost hell, and shal consume the londe with the increase therof, and set the foundacions of ye mountaynes on fyre.
23 I wil heape myscheues vpo them, I wil spende all myne arowes at them.
24 They shal pyne awaye thorow honger, & be consumed of the feuers, and of bytter sicknesses. I wil sende amonge them ye tethe of beestes, and furious serpentes.
7 But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.
13 He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
18 For the vngodly burne, as a fyre in the bryers and thornes: And as it were out of a fyre in a wod or a redebush, so ascendeth the smoke of their pryde.
28 He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them
29 He counteth the hammer no better then a strawe, he laugheth him to scorne that shaketh the speare.
30 He treadeth the golde in the myre like ye sharpe potsherdes.
14 Like as a fyre that burneth vp the wodd, & as the flame that consumeth the mountaynes.
6 Sende forth the lightenynge & scater the, shute out thine arowes and consume them.
18 Like as one shuteth deadly arowes and dartes out of a preuy place, euen so doth a dyssembler with his neghboure,
11 Ye shal conceaue stubble, and beare strawe, & youre sprete shalbe the fyre, that it maye consume you:
12 & the people shalbe burnt like lyme, & as thornes burne that are hewen of, & cast in the fyre.
4 Lo, children and ye frute of the wombe are an heretage and gift, that cometh of the LORDE.
24 Like as they shal come in to the londe with arowes and bowes, so shal all the londe become brears and thornes.
7 I will prepare a destroyer with his weapes for the, to hew downe thy special Cedre trees, and to cast them in the fyre.
2 he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
13 At the brightnesse of him were the fyre coles kyndled.
2 For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.
7 That they maye fall awaye, like water yt runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be broke.
12 They came aboute me like bees, & were as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the LORDE I wil destroye them.
5 Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
4 He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his right honde as an aduersary; and euery thinge that was pleasaut to se, he hath smyten it downe. He hath poured out his wrath like a fyre, in to the tabernacle of the doughter Sion.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
12 Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them.
16 Their arowes are sodane death, yee they them selues be very giauntes.
14 Beholde, they shalbe like strawe, which yf it be kindled with fyre, no man maye rydde it for the vehemence of the flame: And yet it geueth no zynders to warme a ma by, ner cleare fyre to syt by.
9 Or euer youre thornes be sharpe, the wrath shal take them awaye quycke, like a stormy wynde.
12 At the brightnes off his presence the cloudes remoued, with hale stones & coales of fyre.
11 The Sonne and Mone remayned still in their habitacion. Thine arowes wente out glisteringe, and thy speares as the shyne of the lightenynge.
24 so that yf he fle the yron weapens, he shall be shott with the stele bowe.
40 Yee they shal bringe the comon people vpon the, which shal stone the, & slaye the downe with their sweardes.
16 For why? it is bret with fyre, & lyeth waist: o let the perishe at the rebuke of thy wrath.
31 And as for the glory of these thinges, it shalbe turned to drie strawe, and he that made them to a sparke. And they shal both burne together, so that no man shalbe able to quench them.
3 They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
14 The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
3 The shylde of his giauntes glistereth, his men of warre are clothed in purple. His charettes are as fyre, when he maketh him forwarde, his archers are wel deckte & trimmed.
19 Oure persecuters are swifter then the Aegles of the ayre: they folowed vpon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layed wait for vs in ye wildernesse.