Verse 6

Blessed `is' Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.

Referenced Verses

  • Exod 15:9-9 : 9 The enemy said, I pursue, I overtake; I apportion spoil; Filled is my soul with them; I draw out my sword; My hand destroyeth them: -- 10 Thou hast blown with Thy wind The sea hath covered them; They sank as lead in mighty waters.
  • Judg 5:30-31 : 30 Do they not find? -- they apportion spoil, A female -- two females -- for every head, Spoil of finger-work for Sisera, Spoil of embroidered finger-work, Finger-work -- a pair of embroidered things, For the necks of the spoil! 31 So do all Thine enemies perish, O Jehovah, And those loving Him `are' As the going out of the sun in its might!' and the land resteth forty years.
  • 1 Sam 26:20 : 20 `And now, let not my blood fall to the earth over-against the face of Jehovah, for the king of Israel hath come out to seek one flea, as `one' pursueth the partridge in mountains.'
  • Ps 17:9 : 9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
  • Ps 118:13 : 13 Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
  • Ps 145:5-6 : 5 The honour -- the glory of Thy majesty, And the matters of Thy wonders I declare. 6 And the strength of Thy fearful acts they tell, And Thy greatness I recount.
  • Isa 10:14-19 : 14 And 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.' 15 -- Doth the axe glorify itself Against him who is hewing with it? Doth the saw magnify itself Against him who is shaking it? As a rod waving those lifting it up! As a staff lifting up that which is not wood! 16 Therefore doth the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, Send among his fat ones leanness, And under his honour He kindleth a burning As the burning of a fire. 17 And the light of Israel hath been for a fire, And his Holy One for a flame, And it hath burned, and devoured his thorn And his brier in one day. 18 And the honour of his forest, and his fruitful field, From soul even unto flesh He doth consume, And it hath been as the fainting of a standard-bearer. 19 And the rest of the trees of his forest `are' few, And a youth doth write them.