Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.
Let him retain his seat age-abidingly before God, Appoint that, lovingkindness and faithfulness, my watch over him!
O Yahweh! Who shall be a guest in thy tent? Who shall abide in thy holy mountain?
Surely, goodness and lovingkindness, will pursue me, all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of Yahweh, evermore.
One thing, have I asked of Yahweh, That, will I seek to secure, - That I may dwell in the house of Yahweh, all the days of my life, To view the delightfulness of Yahweh, And to contemplate in his temple.
BOOK THE FOURTH Lord! a dwelling-place, hast, thou, become to us, From generation to generation:
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, Under the shadow of the Almighty, will tarry,
They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
He that overcometh, I will make, him, a pillar in the sanctuary of my God, and, outside, shall he in nowise go forth any more; and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, the new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God, and I will write upon him my new name.
Guard me, as the pupil of the eye, - Under the shadow of thy wings, wilt thou hide me:
Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.
Upon God, depend my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.
For thou hast become a help unto me, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.
With his pinion, will he cover thee, And, under his wings, shalt thou seek refuge, A shield and buckler, is his faithfulness.
Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.
Yahweh recompense thy deed, - and let thy reward be full from Yahweh, the God of Israel, unto whom thou hast come to take refuge under his wings.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! that slayeth the prophets, and stoneth them that have been sent unto her, - how often, would I have gathered thy children, like as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, - and ye would not!
In order that, through means of two unchangeable things, in which it was impossible for God to make himself false, a mighty consolation, we might have, who have fled along to grasp, the fore-lying hope,