Psalms 68:13
Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
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8Who `are' these -- as a thick cloud they fly, And as doves unto their windows?
12Kings of hosts flee utterly away, And a female inhabitant of the house apportioneth spoil.
28Forsake cities, and dwell in a rock, Ye inhabitants of Moab, And be as a dove making a nest in the passages of a pit's mouth.
14When the Mighty spreadeth kings in it, It doth snow in Salmon.
6And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
4With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler `is' His truth.
7For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.
13The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.
14For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
24So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering.
4If thou dost go up high as an eagle, And if between stars thou dost set thy nest, From thence I bring thee down, An affirmation of Jehovah.
3(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.
11They tremble as a sparrow out of Egypt, And as a dove out of the land of Asshur, And I have caused them to dwell in their own houses, An affirmation of Jehovah.
15There made her nest hath the bittern, Yea, she layeth, and hath hatched, And hath gathered under her shadow, Only there gathered have been vultures, Each with its companion.
26By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?
27At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?
28A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.
11As an eagle waketh up its nest, Over its young ones fluttereth, Spreadeth its wings -- taketh them, Beareth them on its pinions; --
14And my hand as to a nest Getteth to the wealth of the peoples, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs All the earth I -- I have gathered, And there hath not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or whispering.'
12His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
40When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?
13And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing `is' fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom.
16Thy terribleness hath lifted thee up, The pride of thy heart, O dweller in clefts of the rock, Holding the high place of the height, For thou makest high as an eagle thy nest, From thence I bring thee down, An affirmation of Jehovah.
16And escaped away have their fugitives, And they have been on the mountains As doves of the valleys, All of them make a noising -- each for his iniquity.
18Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
30Rebuke a beast of the reeds, a company of bulls, With calves of the peoples, Each humbling himself with pieces of silver, Scatter Thou peoples delighting in conflicts.
14My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!
4I sojourn in Thy tent to the ages, I trust in the secret place of Thy wings. Selah.
7How precious `is' Thy kindness, O God, And the sons of men In the shadow of Thy wings do trust.
19But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.
16If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
9A speckled fowl `is' Mine inheritance to Me? Is the fowl round about against her? Come, assemble, every beast of the field, Come ye for food.
17Lo, Jehovah is casting thee up and down, A casting up and down, O mighty one,
17And above the noon doth age rise, Thou fliest -- as the morning thou art.
18And thou hast trusted because their is hope, And searched -- in confidence thou liest down,
4Bright `art' Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
22And ye have defiled the covering of Thy graven images of silver, And the ephod of thy molten image of gold, Thou scatterest them as a sickening thing, `Go out,' thou sayest to it.
34And thou hast been as one lying down in the heart of the sea, And as one lying down on the top of a mast.
1Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
2And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast out, Are daughters of Moab, `at' fords of Arnon.
6`When a bird's nest cometh before thee in the way, in any tree, or on the earth, brood or eggs, and the mother sitting on the brood or on the eggs, thou dost not take the mother with the young ones;
2The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
15Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver.
9Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
40For thus said Jehovah: Lo, as an eagle he doth flee, And hath spread his wings unto Moab.
20Thou hast wrought for those trusting in Thee, Before sons of men. Thou hidest them in the secret place of Thy presence, From artifices of man, Thou concealest them in a tabernacle, From the strife of tongues.
8Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.