(1.0008870945946) | Psa 78:63 | Fire consumed their 1 young men, and their 2 virgins remained unmarried. 3 |
(0.96820259009009) | Psa 90:7 | Yes, 1 we are consumed by your anger; we are terrified by your wrath. |
(0.19767353603604) | Psa 119:139 | My zeal 1 consumes 2 me, for my enemies forget your instructions. 3 |
(0.18385137387387) | Psa 18:37 | I chase my enemies and catch 1 them; I do not turn back until I wipe them out. |
(0.18209572072072) | Psa 39:10 | Please stop wounding me! 1 You have almost beaten me to death! 2 |
(0.18209572072072) | Psa 73:19 | How desolate they become in a mere moment! Terrifying judgments make their demise complete! 1 |
(0.18209572072072) | Psa 106:18 | Fire burned their group; the flames scorched the wicked. 1 |
(0.18209572072072) | Psa 119:20 | I desperately long to know 1 your regulations at all times. |
(0.18155768018018) | Psa 71:13 | May my accusers be humiliated and defeated! May those who want to harm me 1 be covered with scorn and disgrace! |
(0.18155768018018) | Psa 104:35 | May sinners disappear 1 from the earth, and the wicked vanish! Praise the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord! |
(0.17227221621622) | Psa 78:33 | So he caused them to die unsatisfied 1 and filled with terror. 2 |
(0.17227221621622) | Psa 119:87 | They have almost destroyed me here on the earth, but I do not reject your precepts. |
(0.1713890990991) | Psa 69:9 | Certainly 1 zeal for 2 your house 3 consumes me; I endure the insults of those who insult you. 4 |
(0.1713890990991) | Psa 102:3 | For my days go up in smoke, 1 and my bones are charred like a fireplace. 2 |
(0.1606825) | Psa 49:14 | They will travel to Sheol like sheep, 1 with death as their shepherd. 2 The godly will rule 3 over them when the day of vindication dawns; 4 Sheol will consume their bodies and they will no longer live in impressive houses. 5 |
(0.15946997747748) | Psa 6:7 | My eyes 1 grow dim 2 from suffering; they grow weak 3 because of all my enemies. 4 |
(0.15946997747748) | Psa 78:46 | He gave their crops to the grasshopper, the fruit of their labor to the locust. |
(0.15915934684685) | Psa 31:10 | For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. 1 My strength fails me because of 2 my sin, and my bones become brittle. 3 |
(0.15328851351351) | Psa 31:9 | Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim 1 from suffering. 2 I have lost my strength. 3 |
(0.15019777027027) | Psa 37:20 | But 1 evil men will die; the Lord’s enemies will be incinerated 2 – they will go up in smoke. 3 |