(0.99964049079755) | Psa 68:7 | O God, when you lead your people into battle, 1 when you march through the desert, 2 (Selah) |
(0.98759576687117) | Psa 114:1 |
(0.9763554805726) | Psa 56:3 | When 1 I am afraid, I trust in you. |
(0.97618670756646) | Psa 139:2 | You know when I sit down and when I get up; even from far away you understand my motives. |
(0.97435460122699) | Psa 27:2 | When evil men attack me 1 to devour my flesh, 2 when my adversaries and enemies attack me, 3 they stumble and fall. 4 |
(0.97245059304703) | Psa 106:4 | Remember me, O Lord, when you show favor to your people! Pay attention to me, when you deliver, |
(0.96452147239264) | Psa 116:10 | I had faith when I said, “I am severely oppressed.” |
(0.96097914110429) | Psa 49:16 | Do not be afraid when a man becomes rich 1 and his wealth multiplies! 2 |
(0.96054934560327) | Psa 102:16 | when the Lord rebuilds Zion, and reveals his splendor, |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 66:14 | which my lips uttered and my mouth spoke when I was in trouble. |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 68:14 | When the sovereign judge 1 scatters kings, 2 let it snow 3 on Zalmon! |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 89:9 | You rule over the proud sea. 1 When its waves surge, 2 you calm them. |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 94:8 | Take notice of this, 1 you ignorant people! 2 You fools, when will you ever understand? |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 102:22 | when the nations gather together, and the kingdoms pay tribute to the Lord. 1 |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 105:12 | When they were few in number, just a very few, and resident aliens within it, |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 105:38 | Egypt was happy when they left, for they were afraid of them. 1 |
(0.9586872597137) | Psa 120:7 | I am committed to peace, 1 but when I speak, they want to make war. 2 |
(0.95730539877301) | Psa 28:2 | Hear my plea for mercy when I cry out to you for help, when I lift my hands 1 toward your holy temple! 2 |
(0.95730539877301) | Psa 104:29 | When you ignore them, they panic. 1 When you take away their life’s breath, they die and return to dust. |
(0.95595685071575) | Psa 41:5 | My enemies ask this cruel question about me, 1 ‘When will he finally die and be forgotten?’ 2 |