Psalms 24:8 Cross References - Great

⁸ Who is this kynge of glory? It is the Lorde stronge & myghtie, euen the Lord myghtye in battell.

³ The Lorde is a man of warre. The Lorde is hys name.

³ Thou art fayrer then the chyldren of men, full of grace are thy lyppes, because God hath blessed the for euer. ⁴ Gyrde the wt thy swerde vpon thy thygh (O thou most myghtye) accordyng to thy worshipe & renowne. ⁵ Good lucke haue thou wt thine honour, ryde on because of the word of treuth, of mekenesse & righteousnes: and thy ryght hande shall teach the terrible thynges. ⁶ Thy arowes are very sharpe, & the people shalbe subdued vnto the, euen in the myddest amonge the kynges enemyes.

¹ A Psalme of Asaph. The Lorde euen the most myghtye God hath spoken, and called the world from the rysyng vp of the sonne vnto the goyng downe therof.

³ There brake he the arowes of the bowe, the shylde, the swerde, and the battayle. Sela. ⁴ Thou art of more honour and myght then the hylles of robbers. ⁵ The proude are robbed: they haue slepte their slepe: and all the men (whose handes were myghtie) haue found nothinge. ⁶ At thy rebuke (O God of Iacob) both the charet and horse is fallen.

¹ The Lord is Kyng, and hath put on gloryous apparell: the Lorde hath put on his apparell, & gyrded hym selfe with strength:

⁶ For vnto vs a chylde is borne, & vnto vs a sonne is geuen. Upon hys shoulder doth the kyngdome lye, and he is called wt hys awne name: wonderfull. The geuer of councell, the myghtye God, the euerlasting father, the prince of peace,

²⁴ In that daye shal the nacion of Israel be the thyrde wyth Egypte & Assyria, ²⁵ and they shalbe blessed in the myddes of the lande, which lande the Lord of hoostes hath blessed, sayeng: blessed is my people of Egypte, Assur also is the worke of myne handes, and Israel is myne inheritaunce.

¹ What is he thys, that cometh from Edom, wt redd coloured clothes of Bosra: (which is so costly cloth) & cometh in so myghtylye wt all his strength. I am he that teacheth ryghtuousnes, & am of power to helpe. ² Wherfore then is thy clothynge read, & thy rayment lyke his that treadeth in the wyne presse? ³ I haue troaden the presse my selfe alone, and of all people there is not one with me. Thus wyll I treade downe myne enemyes in my wrath, and set my fete vpon them in my indignacyon. And their bloude shalbe spronge vpon my cloothes, and so wyll I stayne all my rayment. ⁴ For the daye of vengeaunce is assigned in my hert, & the yeare when my people shall be delyuered, is come. ⁵ I loked aboute me, and there was no man to shewe me eny helpe, I maruayled that no man helde me vp. Then I helde me by myne awne arme, & my feruentnesse susteyned me. ⁶ And thus will I treade downe the people in my wrath, & bathe them in my displeasure: and vpon the earth will I laye their strength.

¹⁵ and hath spoyled rule and power, and hath made a shewe of them openly, and hath triumphed ouer them in his awne person.

² and I sawe. And beholde ther was a whyte horsse: and he that sat on hym, had a bowe, and a crowne was geuen vnto hym, and he went forth conqueryng & for to ouer come.

¹¹ And I sawe heauen open, & behold, a whyte horsse: & he that sat vpon him was called faythfull & true, & in rightewesnes he doth iudge & make battayle. ¹² His eyes were as a flamme of fyre: & on his heed were many crownes: & he had a name wrytten, that noman knew but he hym selfe. ¹³ And he was clothed wyth a vesture dipt in bloude, & his name is called the worde of God. ¹⁴ And the warriers which were in heauen, folowed him vpon whyte horsses, clothed wyth whyte & pure raynes: ¹⁵ and out of hys mouthe wente a sharpe two edged swerde, that wyth it he shulde smyte the hethen. And he shall rule them wyth a rodde of yron, and he trode the wynefat of fearsnes and wrath of almyghty God. ¹⁶ And hath on hys vesture and on his thygh a name wrytten: Kyng of Kynges, and Lorde of Lordes. ¹⁷ And I sawe an Angell stande in the sonne, and he cryed with a loude voyce, sayinge: to all the fowles that flye by the middes of heauen: come and gather youre selues to gether vnto the supper of the great God, ¹⁸ that ye maye eate fleshe of kynges, and the fleshe of hye captaynes, and the fleshe of myghty men, & the fleshe of horsses, and of them that syt on them, and the flesh of all free men and bonde men and of small and gret. ¹⁹ And I sawe the beast, and the kynges of the earth, and their warriers gathered together to make batayle agaynst hym that sat on the horsse, and agaynst his soudiers. ²⁰ And the beast was taken, & with hym that false prophet that wrought miracles before hym, with whych he deceaued them that receaued the beastes marke, & them that worshypped hys ymage. These both were cast quicke into a ponde of fyre burnynge wyth brymstone: ²¹ & the remnaunt were slayne wt the swearde of hym that sat vpon the horsse, whych swearde proceaded out of his mouth, & all the soules were fulfylled wyth theyr fleshe.