Psalms 71:6
By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.
By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.
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9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
7As a wonder I have been to many, And Thou `art' my strong refuge.
8Filled is my mouth `with' Thy praise, All the day `with' Thy beauty.
13For Thou -- Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.
14I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.
15My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
16Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.
5For Thou `art' my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
17Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
17God, Thou hast taught me from my youth, And hitherto I declare Thy wonders.
1Hearken, O isles, unto me, And attend, O peoples, from afar, Jehovah from the womb hath called me, From the bowels of my mother He hath made mention of my name.
2And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
3Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
10When my father and my mother Have forsaken me, then doth Jehovah gather me.
12As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.
1A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
5`Before I form thee in the belly, I have known thee; and before thou comest forth from the womb I have separated thee, a prophet to nations I have made thee.'
1A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
23And I `am' continually with Thee, Thou hast laid hold on my right hand.
28My God Thou `art', and I confess Thee, My God, I exalt Thee.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
3Be to me for a rock -- a habitation, To go in continually, Thou hast given command to save me, For my rock and my bulwark `art' Thou.
35And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
7For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.
16He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
3For, a son I have been to my father -- tender, And an only one before my mother.
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
20Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.
21Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest -- Thou comfortest me,
22I also thank Thee with a vessel of psaltery, Thy truth, O my God, I sing to Thee with a harp, O Holy One of Israel,
27for this youth I prayed, and Jehovah doth give to me my petition which I asked of Him;
3For Thou hast been a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.
14And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
17He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
1A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
117Support Thou me, and I am saved, And I look on Thy statutes continually.
8For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.
14And I continually do wait with hope, And have added unto all Thy praise.
6I have said to Jehovah, `My God `art' Thou, Hear, Jehovah, the voice of my supplications.'
3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
26He proclaimeth me: `Thou `art' my Father, My God, and the rock of my salvation.'