Psalm 41:7-8
All that hate me whisper against me and devise my hurt. “May an evil disease cleave to him,” they say, “that he may rise up no more.”
All that hate me whisper against me and devise my hurt. “May an evil disease cleave to him,” they say, “that he may rise up no more.”
The refining pot is for silver and the furnace for gold: but Jehovah tries the hearts.
Jehovah, who can dwell in Your tent? Who can live on Your holy mountain? “The one that lives honestly and righteously and acknowledges the truth in his heart. Who does …