A manual of the book of Psalms : $b or, The subject-contents of all the PsalmsLuther, Martin
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A manual of the book of Psalms : $b or, The subject-contents of all the Psalms
Luther, Martin
Bible. Psalms -- Commentaries
They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys, unto the
place which thou hast founded for them.
Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over, that they turn not
again to cover the earth.
He sendeth the springs into the valleys, _which_ run among the hills.
They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench
their thirst.
By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, _which_
sing among the branches.
He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with
the fruit of thy works.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service
of man, that he may bring forth food out of the earth;
And wine _that_ maketh glad the heart of man, _and_ oil to make _his_
face to shine, and bread _which_ strengthened man’s heart.
The trees of the LORD are full _of sap_: the cedars of Lebanon, which
he hath planted;
Where the birds make their nests: _as for_ the stork, the fir-trees
_are_ her house.
The high hills _are_ a refuge for the wild goats, _and_ the rocks for
the conies.
He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down.
Thou makest darkness, and it is night, wherein all the beasts of the
forest do creep _forth_.
The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.
The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in
their dens.
Man goeth forth unto his work, and to his labour, until the evening.
O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all:
the earth is full of thy riches;
_So is_ this great and wide sea, wherein _are_ things creeping
innumerable, both small and great beasts.
There go the ships; _there is_ that leviathan, _whom_ thou hast made
to play therein.
These wait all upon thee, that them mayest give _them_ their meat in
due season.
_That_ thou givest them, they gather; thou openest thine hand, they
are filled with good.
Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their
breath, they die, and return to their dust.
Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created; and thou renewest the
face of the earth.
The glory of the LORD shall endure for ever: the LORD shall rejoice in
his works.
He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth; he toucheth the hills, and
they smoke.
I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praise to my
God while I have my being.
My meditation of him shall be sweet; I will be glad in the LORD.
Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no
more. Bless thou the LORD, O my soul. Praise ye the LORD.
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