Vers 35

He teacheth my handes to fighte, and bendeth the stele bowe with myne armes.

Refererte vers

  • Ps 144:1 : 1 Blessed be the LORDE my refuge, which teacheth my hades to warre, & my fyngers to fight.
  • Ezek 39:3 : 3 As for thy bowe, I wil smyte it out of thy left honde, and cast thine arowes out of thy right honde.
  • Ezek 39:9-9 : 9 They that dwell in ye cities of Israel, shal go forth and set fyre vpon the weapens, and burne them: shyldes and speres, bowes and arowes, bylles and clubbes: seuen yeares 10 shall they be burnynge therof, so that they shall els bringe no stickes from ye felde, nether haue nede to hew downe eny out of the wodde: For they shall haue weapens ynew to burne. They shal robbe those that robbed them, and spoyle those that spoyled them, saieth ye LORDE God.
  • Ps 18:33-34 : 33 He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye. 34 He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.
  • Ps 46:9 : 9 He hath made warres to ceasse in all the worlde: he hath broken the bowe, he hath knapped the speare in sonder, & bret the charettes in the fyre.

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  • He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.

  • Blessed be the LORDE my refuge, which teacheth my hades to warre, & my fyngers to fight.

  • Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.

  • He hath made my fete like hartes fete, & hath set me vp an hye.

  • And thou hast geuen me the shylde of yi health, and with yi louynge correccion shalt thou multiplye me.

  • He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.

  • There breaketh he the arowes of the bowe, ye shylde, the swerde & the whole battayll.

  • Thou hast girded me with strength to ye battayll, and hast subdued them vnder me yt rose vp agaynst me.

  • 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,

  • Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.

  • It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.

  • My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.

  • God hath stregthed me with power, and made playne a perfecte waye for me.

  • He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.

  • so that yf he fle the yron weapens, he shall be shott with the stele bowe.