NTO the end, a psalm for David.
Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.
Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.
For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow, a bitter thing,
to shoot in secret the undefiled.
They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?
They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:
and God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:
and their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;
and every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.
The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.
الأب
ابن
الروح القدس
الملائكة
الشيطان
التعليق
الإسناد الترافقي
العمل الفني
خرائط