(1.0000133640553) | Psa 48:7 |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 104:4 | He makes the winds his messengers, and the flaming fire his attendant. 1 |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 104:30 | When you send your life-giving breath, they are created, and you replenish the surface of the ground. |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 106:33 |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 107:25 | He gave the order for a windstorm, 1 and it stirred up the waves of the sea. 2 |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 139:7 | Where can I go to escape your spirit? Where can I flee to escape your presence? 1 |
(1.0000133640553) | Psa 143:4 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 33:6 | By the Lord’s decree 1 the heavens were made; by a mere word from his mouth all the stars in the sky were created. 2 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 35:5 | May they be 1 like wind-driven chaff, as the Lord’s angel 2 attacks them! 3 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 51:12 | Let me again experience the joy of your deliverance! Sustain me by giving me the desire to obey! 1 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 55:8 | I will hurry off to a place that is safe from the strong wind 1 and the gale.” |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 76:12 | He humbles princes; 1 the kings of the earth regard him as awesome. 2 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 77:3 | I said, “I will remember God while I groan; I will think about him while my strength leaves me.” 1 (Selah) |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 78:39 | He remembered 1 that they were made of flesh, and were like a wind that blows past and does not return. 2 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 83:13 | O my God, make them like dead thistles, 1 like dead weeds blown away by 2 the wind! |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 146:4 | Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die. 1 |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 147:18 | He then orders it all to melt; 1 he breathes on it, 2 and the water flows. |
(0.952983640553) | Psa 148:8 | O fire and hail, snow and clouds, 1 O stormy wind that carries out his orders, 2 |
(0.90595391705069) | Psa 1:4 | Not so with the wicked! Instead 1 they are like wind-driven chaff. 2 |
(0.90595391705069) | Psa 11:6 | May the Lord rain down 1 burning coals 2 and brimstone 3 on the wicked! A whirlwind is what they deserve! 4 |