Psalms 89:18
For our shielde is of God: and our king is of the most holy of Israel.
For our shielde is of God: and our king is of the most holy of Israel.
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17For thou art the glory of their strength: and in thy louing kindnes thou wylt lift vp our hornes.
19Thou hast spoken somtimes in visions vnto thy saintes: and hast sayde, I haue added ayde vpon the mightie, I haue exalted one chose out of the people.
4Our redeemer is called the Lorde of hoastes, the holy one of Israel.
22But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence.
9But Israel trust thou in God: he is their ayde and their shielde.
2God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
15I am the Lord your holy one, which haue made Israel, and am your kyng.
22For the Lorde is our iudge, the Lord is our lawe geuer, the Lord is our king, and he hym selfe shalbe our sauiour.
1Of Dauid. Blessed be God my rocke: who teacheth my handes to warre, and my fingers to fyght.
2My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me.
30The way of the Lorde is a perfect way, the worde of God is tryed in the fire: he is a shielde vnto all them that put their trust in hym.
31For who is a Lorde besides God: or who hath any strength besides our Lorde?
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
8God is their strength: and the strength that saueth his annoynted.
31God is vncorrupt in his way, the word of the Lord is tryed in the fyre: he is a shielde to all them that trust in him.
32For who is a God saue the Lord? and who is mightie saue our God?
8O God, Lorde of hoastes, who is like vnto thee a most mightie Lorde: and thy trueth is on euery side thee.
9Beholde O Lorde our shielde: and loke vpon the face of thyne annointed.
2I wyll say vnto God, thou art my hope and my fortresse: my Lorde, in whom I wyll trust.
2And he saide: The Lorde is my rocke, and my castell, and my delyuerer.
3God is my strength, in him will I trust: he is my shielde, and the horne of my saluation, my hie towre, and my refuge, my sauiour, thou hast saued me from wrong.
9I wyl reserue his strength for thee: for thou O Lorde art my refuge.
11Ye that feare God, trust ye in God: he is their ayde and their shielde.
20Our soule wayteth after God: he is our ayde and shielde.
21For our heart shall reioyce in him: because we haue put our trust in his holy name.
7The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.
2There is none holy as the Lorde: for without thee is nothing, neither is there any of strength as is our God.
11The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.
9Magnifie God our Lorde, and kneele downe before his holy hyll: for God our Lorde is holy.
22Thy people of Israel diddest thou make thyne owne people for euer, and thou becamest their God.
1To the chiefe musition, a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth. The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles.
13Thou hast a mightie arme: thy hand is strong, and thy right hand is exalted.
7O Lorde God the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle.
9God also wyll be a refuge for the oppressed: euen a refuge in tyme of trouble.
29Happy art thou O Israel, who is like vnto thee O people, that art saued in the Lorde which is the shielde of thy helpe and sworde of thy glorie? Thine enemies haue lost their strength to thee warde, and thou shalt treade vpon their hye places.
14The Lorde is my strength and my song: and he is become my saluation.
1A prayer of Moyses the man of God. Lorde thou hast ben our habitation: from one generation to another generation.
9For thou O God art my hope: thou hast set thine habitation very hygh.
1A psalme, the song of the sonnes of Corach. God loueth the gates of Sion more then all the dwellynges of Iacob: for her foundations are vpon the holy hilles.
3But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
2Iuda was his holynesse: and Israel his dominion.
5God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
4Thou art my kyng O Lorde: commaunde that Iacob be saued.
12Blessed is the nation that hath God to be their Lorde: that people hath he chosen to be an inheritaunce for him.
5Who is like vnto God our Lord that dwelleth on hygh aboue all:
1God raigneth, he is clothed with a glorious maiestie, God is clothed with strength: he hath girded hym selfe, he hath made the worlde so sure that it can not be moued.
4Put ye your trust alway in the Lord: for in the Lorde God there is strength for euermore.
7Moreouer, thus saith the Lorde the redeemer and holy one of Israel, concernyng the abhorred & dispised among the gentiles, the seruaunt of them that beare rule, kynges and princes shall see and arise, and worship because of the Lorde that is faythfull, and because of the holy one of Israel that hath chosen thee.
3And yet thou most holy: sittest to receaue the prayers of Israel.