Verse 21

When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 31:20 : 20 Thou 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.
  • Jas 3:5-8 : 5 so also the tongue is a little member, and doth boast greatly; lo, a little fire how much wood it doth kindle! 6 and the tongue `is' a fire, the world of the unrighteousness, so the tongue is set in our members, which is spotting our whole body, and is setting on fire the course of nature, and is set on fire by the gehenna. 7 For every nature, both of beasts and of fowls, both of creeping things and things of the sea, is subdued, and hath been subdued, by the human nature, 8 and the tongue no one of men is able to subdue, `it is' an unruly evil, full of deadly poison,
  • Prov 12:18 : 18 A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.
  • Isa 54:17 : 17 No weapon formed against thee prospereth, And every tongue rising against thee, In judgment thou condemnest. This `is' the inheritance of the servants of Jehovah, And their righteousness from me, an affirmation of Jehovah!
  • Jer 18:18 : 18 And they say, Come, And we devise against Jeremiah devices, For law doth not perish from the priest, Nor counsel from the wise, Nor the word from the prophet, Come, and we smite him with the tongue, And we do not attend to any of his words.
  • Ps 55:21 : 21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
  • Ps 57:4 : 4 My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
  • Ps 91:5-7 : 5 Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day, 6 Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon, 7 There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.