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Terrors shall hedge him about as waters, the night a tempest stole him away.

when Shaddai[was] still with me, my children [were] all around me,

when the mighty kept still their voice, and when their tongues cleaved to the roof of their mouths;

I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still; days of misery come to confront me.

When I had waited, (for they spake not, but stood still, and answered no more;)

Mark well, O Job, and hear me: hold thee still until I have spoken.

Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.

For he does not still consider a person, that he should come before God in judgment.

But surely not. Learn thou Job not to still give an answer like the foolish,


“Bear with me a little longer, and I will show you,
That there is yet more to say on God’s behalf.

They come to their end while they are still young, their life is short like that of those who are used for sex purposes in the worship of their gods.

How thy garments are warm, When the earth is still by reason of the south wind ?

Will the unicorn be so tame as to do the service, or to abide still by thy crib?


“With fierceness and rage he races to devour the ground,
And he does not stand still at the sound of the [war] trumpet.

For the music director, to be accompanied by stringed instruments, according to the sheminith style; a psalm of David. Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger! Do not discipline me in your raging fury!

For the music director, according to the gittith style; a psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how magnificent is your reputation throughout the earth! You reveal your majesty in the heavens above!

For the music director; according to the alumoth-labben style; a psalm of David. I will thank the Lord with all my heart! I will tell about all your amazing deeds!

For the music director; according to the sheminith style; a psalm of David. Deliver, Lord! For the godly have disappeared; people of integrity have vanished.

He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.

Though an army deploys against me,
my heart is not afraid;
though a war breaks out against me,
still I am confident.

I became dumb, keeping still; I was silent, from good; and my pain was stirred.

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

All this has come on us, but still we have kept you in our memory; and we have not been false to your word.

That he should still live for ever, and not see corruption.

I have no need for a bull from your stall, nor male goats from your pens.

For the music director; according to the machalath style; a well-written song by David. Fools say to themselves, "There is no God." They sin and commit evil deeds; none of them does what is right.

For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style; a prayer of David, written when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Have mercy on me, O God, for men are attacking me! All day long hostile enemies are tormenting me.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God! Have mercy on me! For in you I have taken shelter. In the shadow of your wings I take shelter until trouble passes.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David. Do you rulers really pronounce just decisions? Do you judge people fairly?

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when Saul sent men to surround his house and murder him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God! Protect me from those who attack me!

For the music director; according to the shushan-eduth style; a prayer of David written to instruct others. It was written when he fought against Aram Naharaim and Aram-Zobah. That was when Joab turned back and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have rejected us. You suddenly turned on us in your anger. Please restore us!

So I will sing songs to your name forever; I will fulfill my promises day by day. To the Director: According to Jeduthun's style. A Davidic Psalm.

{To the Chanter, for by Jeduthun, a Psalm of David} My soul truly waiteth still upon God; for of him cometh my salvation.

But God shall wound the head of his enemies, and the hairy scalp of such an one as goeth on still in his trespasses.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a psalm of Asaph; a song. We give thanks to you, O God! We give thanks! You reveal your presence; people tell about your amazing deeds.

At Your rebuke, God of Jacob,
both chariot and horse lay still.


That the generation to come might know them, that the children still to be born
May arise and recount them to their children,

Yet went they on still to sin against him, To rebel against the Most High in the desert.

They had not yet turned aside from their craving, [while] their food [was] still in their mouth,

For the music director; according to the shushan-eduth style; a psalm of Asaph. O shepherd of Israel, pay attention, you who lead Joseph like a flock of sheep! You who sit enthroned above the winged angels, reveal your splendor!

For the music director; according to the gittith style; by Asaph. Shout for joy to God, our source of strength! Shout out to the God of Jacob!

{A Song or Psalm of Asaph.} Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

For the music director; according to the gittith style; written by the Korahites, a psalm. How lovely is the place where you live, O Lord who rules over all!

A song, a psalm written by the Korahites; for the music director; according to the machalath-leannoth style; a well-written song by Heman the Ezrachite. O Lord God who delivers me! By day I cry out and at night I pray before you.

Wilt thou have anything to do with the stool of wickedness, which imagineth mischief as a law?

The sun rises, and they steal away, and lay down in their dens.

I still had faith, though I said, I am in great trouble;

Even rulers have taken their seat, against me, have talked, Thy servant, will still meditate in thy statutes.

For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.

My soul is ever in danger; but I still keep the memory of your law.

The righteous doth beat me in kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer is about their vexations.

that our sons [may be] like plants, full grown in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars, carved in the style of a palace,

Let’s swallow them alive, like Sheol,
still healthy as they go down to the Pit.

Yea, sleep on still a little, slumber a little, fold thy hands together yet a little, that thou mayest sleep:


But when he is found, he must repay seven times [what he stole];
He must give all the property of his house [if necessary to meet his fine].

sitteth in the doors of her house upon a stool above in the city,

{Fine speech} [is] not becoming a fool, {still less} [is] {false speech} for a ruler.

Let not thine heart be jealous to follow sinners; but keep thee still in the fear of the LORD all the day long:

Yea, sleep on still a little, slumber a little, fold thine hands together yet a little;

A wise man seeing the plague will hide himself; as for fools they go on still, and suffer harm.