Bible Verses About Psalms

By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.

Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!

A Song of the Ascents, by David. I have rejoiced in those saying to me, `To the house of Jehovah we go.'

Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!

Jerusalem--the builded one-- Is as a city that is joined to itself together.

For thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

For there have sat thrones of judgment, Thrones of the house of David.

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,

For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, `Peace be in thee.'

For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I seek good for thee!

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

A Song of the Ascents. Those trusting in Jehovah are as Mount Zion, It is not moved--to the age it abideth.

Jerusalem! mountains are round about her, And Jehovah is round about His people, From henceforth even unto the age.

For the rod of wickedness resteth not On the lot of the righteous, That the righteous put not forth on iniquity their hands.

Do good, O Jehovah, to the good, And to the upright in their hearts.

As to those turning to their crooked ways, Jehovah causeth them to go with workers of iniquity. Peace on Israel!

A Song of the Ascents, by Solomon. If Jehovah doth not build the house, In vain have its builders laboured at it, If Jehovah doth not watch a city, In vain hath a watchman waked.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah are sons, A reward is the fruit of the womb.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So are the sons of the young men.