Psalms 124:6 Cross References - Rotherham

⁶ Blessed, be Yahweh, who gave us not as prey to their teeth.

⁹ Said the foe––I will pursue–overtake, divide spoil,––Take her fill of them––shall my soul, I will bare my sword, root them out––shall my hand. ¹⁰ Thou didst blow with thy wind, they were covered by the sea,––They rolled like lead, into the waters so wide.

³⁰ Is it not They keep finding––dividing spoil, One damsel, two damsels, to every several hero, Spoil, of divers coloured raiment for Sisera, Spoil, of divers coloured raiment, embroidered, Coloured raiment richly embroidered, on the necks of them who are taken as spoil? ³¹ So, perish all thine enemies, O Yahweh, But be, they who love him, as the going forth of the sun, in his might! And the land had rest forty years.

²⁰ Now, therefore, let not my blood fall to the earth, away from the presence of Yahweh,––for the king of Israel hath come out to hunt for a single flea, as when one pursueth a partridge among the mountains.

⁹ From the face of lawless ones who have treated me with violence, the foes of my soul, who come round against me:

¹³ Thou didst, thrust sore, at me that I might fall, But, Yahweh, hath helped me.

⁵ The splendour of the glory of thy majesty, shall they speak, and, thy wonders, will I utter. ⁶ And, the might of thy terrible acts, shall men speak, and, as for thy greatness, I will recount it.

¹⁴ And my hand, hath found as a nest, the wealth of the peoples, And, as the gathering of eggs that are forsaken, all the earth, have, I, gathered,––And there was none to flap a wing, or open a mouth, or chirp. ¹⁵ Shall the axe, boast itself, against him that heweth therewith? Or, the saw, magnify itself, against him that wieldeth it? As if a rod, could wield, them who lift it up! As if a staff, could raise, what is, not wood! ¹⁶ Therefore, shall the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, Send, among his fat ones, leanness, And, under his glory, shall he kindle, a kindling, like the kindling of fire; ¹⁷ So shall, the Light of Israel, become, a fire, And, his Holy One, a flame, Which shall burn and consume his thorns and his briars, in one day; ¹⁸ And, the glory of his forest and of his garden land, both soul and body, shall it bring to an end,––And it shall be like the wasting away of a consumptive. ¹⁹ And, the remnant of his forest–trees, few in number, shall become,––yea, a child, might describe them!