Psalms 45:5
Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
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3Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
4Gyrde the with thy swerde vpon thy thee (o thou mightie) with worshipe and renowne.
6Thy arowes are sharpe, the people shalbe subdued vnto the, euen in the myddest amonge the kynges enemies.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
13The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
12Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them.
4Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.
2For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
5The LORDE vpon thy right honde, shal smyte euen kynges in the daye of his wrath.
7But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.
5Thou art ye kinge & my God, thou sendest helpe vnto Iacob.
8Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the.
2The LORDE shal sende the rodde of thy power out of Sion, be thou ruler euen in ye myddest amonge thine enemies.
6Sende forth the lightenynge & scater the, shute out thine arowes and consume them.
14The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
15Neuertheles, their swerde shal go thorow their owne hert, and their bowe shalbe broke.
13He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
2For 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.
40Thou hast girded me with strength to ye battayll, and hast subdued them vnder me yt rose vp agaynst me.
41Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpo me, that I might destroye them that hate me.
35He teacheth my handes to fighte, and bendeth the stele bowe with myne armes.
38I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
39Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
40Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
3As for thy bowe, I wil smyte it out of thy left honde, and cast thine arowes out of thy right honde.
11The Sonne and Mone remayned still in their habitacion. Thine arowes wente out glisteringe, and thy speares as the shyne of the lightenynge.
7That they maye fall awaye, like water yt runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be broke.
42Al they that go by, spoyle him, he is become a rebuke vnto his neghbours.
43Thou settest vp the right hade of his enemies, and makest all his aduersaryes to reioyse.
4Lo, children and ye frute of the wombe are an heretage and gift, that cometh of the LORDE.
2he 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,
6Thy right hande (O LORDE) is glorious in power: thy right hade (O LORDE) hath smytten the enemies.
7And with thy greate glory thou hast destroyed thine aduersaries: thou sentest out yi wrath, & it cosumed them, euen as stobble.
3Because thou hast dryue myne enemies abacke, they were discofited, & perished at thy presence.
14Thou cursest his septers, the captayne of his men of warre: which come as a stormy wynde to scatre me abrode, & are glad when they maye eat vp ye poore secretly.
9Thou shewdest thy bowe opely, like as thou haddest promised with an ooth vnto the trybes. Sela. Thou didest deuyde the waters of the earth.
42I wil make myne arowes dronken with bloude, and my swerde shal eate flesh ouer ye bloude of the slayne, and ouer the captyuite, and in that the enemies heade shall be discouered.
28Their arowes are sharpe, and their bowes bent. Their horse hoofes are like flynt, and their cartwheles like a stormy wynde.
7Ye shal chace youre enemies, & they shal fall into ye swerde before you.
3Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
4That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
17The thicke cloudes poured out water, ye cloudes thodered, and thy arowes wente abrode.
28He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them
7To be auenged of the Heithe, & to rebuke the people.
34He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.
13Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
10Thou that geuest victory vnto kynges, and hast delyuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the parell of the swerde.
9Thyne honde shalbe lift vp vpon thine enemies, and all thine aduersaries shal perish.
5So yt thou shalt not nede to be afrayed for eny bugges by night, ner for arowe that flyeth by daye.