Psalms 144:7
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
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10Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
17He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
18He delivereth me from my strong enemy, From those hating me, For they were stronger than I.
16He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
17He delivereth me from my strong enemy, And from those hating me, For they have been stronger than I.
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
23And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
7Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
8Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.
14Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.
15Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.
11Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.
12Thou hast stretched out Thy right hand -- Earth swalloweth them!
7If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me.
6That Thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save `with' Thy right hand, and answer us.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
5That Thy beloved ones may be drawn out, Save `with' Thy right hand, and answer us.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
25And I have set on the sea his hand, And on the rivers his right hand.
10Seen thee -- pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up.
3He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached -- who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.
2In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
48My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.
49And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
16The waters have seen Thee, O God, The waters have seen Thee, They are afraid -- also depths are troubled.
21And I have delivered thee from the hand of evil doers, And I have ransomed thee From the hand of the terrible!
1To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
5When the breakers of death compassed me, The streams of the worthless terrify me,
7For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
54Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.
2Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
17Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.
6From the burden his shoulder I turned aside, His hands from the basket pass over.
6Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Is become honourable in power; Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Doth crush an enemy.
10Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me.
13Thou hast an arm with might, Strong is Thy hand -- high Thy right hand.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
1Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,
16and thou, lift up thy rod, and stretch out thy hand towards the sea, and cleave it, and the sons of Israel go into the midst of the sea on dry land.
1`The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.
27And they know that this `is' Thy hand, Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast done it.