PSALM Xxiii. 2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. PSALM Xxiii. 4. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. PSALM XXXvii. 25. I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. PSALM XXXvii. 35. Spreading himself like a green bay-tree. PSALM XXxvii. 37. Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright. PSALM XXXix. 3. While I was musing the fire burned. PSALM xlv. 1. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. PSALM lv. 6. Oh that I had wings like a dove! PSALM 1xxii. 9. His enemies shall lick the dust. PSALM 1Xxxv. 10. Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other. |