Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
My soul shall not come into their consultation; in their assembly, my honor shall not be united, for in their anger they killed a man and in their will, houghed a bullock.
The torrent Kishon snatched them away The torrent of ancient days, the torrent of Kishon. Thou wilt tread down strength, O my soul.
Thou saidst to Jehovah, Thou my Lord: my good not upon thee.
Why wilt thou be bowed down, O my soul? and be disturbed upon me? Hope upon God, for yet shall I praise him for the salvation of his face.
To David. Praise Jehovah, O my soul, and all within me, his holy name.
Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest; for Jehovah benefited to thee.
Praise ye Jah. Praise Jehovah, O my soul.
Announce ye in Judah, and cause to be heard in Jerusalem; and say, Strike the trumpet in the land: call, fill up, and say, Be ye gathered together and we will go to the fortified cities.
If the trumpet shall be struck in the city and the people not be terrified? if evil shall be in the city and Jehovah did not?
A day of wrath, that day a day of straits and distress, a day of storm and desolation, a day of darkness and thick darkness, a day of cloud and gloom,
My bowels boiled, and were not silent: the days of affliction anticipated me.
The voice of war in the land, and a great breaking.
Mine eye will bring down streams of water for the breaking of the daughter of my people.