Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,

Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.


God -- my bulwark, my strength, And He maketh perfect my way; Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand, Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms, read more.
And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God? God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. read more.
Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms. And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.



God -- my bulwark, my strength, And He maketh perfect my way; Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand, Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms, read more.
And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God? God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. read more.
Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms. And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee. Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil. Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,


He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,

Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.



And to Him who is able to guard you not stumbling, and to set you in the presence of His glory unblemished, in gladness, to the only wise God our Saviour, is glory and greatness, power and authority, both now and to all the ages! Amen.

If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

Bless, ye peoples, our God, And sound the voice of His praise, Who hath placed our soul in life, And suffered not our feet to be moved.

God -- my bulwark, my strength, And He maketh perfect my way; Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand, Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms, read more.
And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great. Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God? God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. read more.
Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms. And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great. Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.


If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God? God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. read more.
Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms. And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great. Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.

O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent. For Thou art my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth. By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee is my praise continually.


God -- my bulwark, my strength, And He maketh perfect my way; Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand, Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God? God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. read more.
Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.