Episódios

  • Psalm 12:4-5; October 15, 2025

    Psalm 12:4-5; October 15, 2025
    Oct 14 2025
    Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail;
    our lips are our own: who is lord over us?
    For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
    now will I arise, saith the LORD;
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    6 minutos
  • Psalm 12:2-3; October 14, 2025

    Psalm 12:2-3; October 14, 2025
    Oct 14 2025
    They speak vanity every one with his neighbour:
    with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.
    The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips,
    and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
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    5 minutos
  • Psalm 12:1; October 13, 2025

    Psalm 12:1; October 13, 2025
    Oct 12 2025
    Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth;
    for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
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    5 minutos
  • Psalm 11:7; October 10, 2025

    Psalm 11:7; October 10, 2025
    Oct 9 2025
    For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness;
    his countenance doth behold the upright.
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    5 minutos
  • Psalm 11:6; October 9, 2025

    Psalm 11:6; October 9, 2025
    Oct 9 2025
    Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
    and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
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    5 minutos
  • Psalm 11:5; October 8, 2025

    Psalm 11:5; October 8, 2025
    Oct 7 2025
    The LORD trieth the righteous:
    but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
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    7 minutos
  • Psalm 11:3-4; October 7, 2025

    Psalm 11:3-4; October 7, 2025
    Oct 7 2025
    If the foundations be destroyed,
    what can the righteous do?
    The LORD is in his holy temple,
    the LORD's throne is in heaven:
    his eyes behold,
    his eyelids try, the children of men.
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    5 minutos
  • Psalm 11:1-2; October 6, 2025

    Psalm 11:1-2; October 6, 2025
    Oct 6 2025
    In the LORD put I my trust:
    how say ye to my soul,
    Flee as a bird to your mountain?
    For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,
    they make ready their arrow upon the string,
    that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
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    6 minutos