Psalms 55:8
I would hurry to my shelter, far from this raging tempest.”
BSB
ASV
I would haste me to a shelter From the stormy wind and tempest.
KJV
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
The walk8
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Isaiah 4:6a shelter to give shade from the heat by day, and a refuge and hiding place from the storm and the rain.
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For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like…
For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; He will conceal me under the cover of His tent; He will set me high upon a rock.
Each will be like a shelter from the wind, a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in a dry land, like the shadow of a great rock in an arid land.
The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.
And He will be a sanctuary—but to both houses of Israel a stone of stumbling and a rock of offense, to the dwellers of Jerusalem a trap and a snare.
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Psalms 18:4The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of chaos overwhelmed me.
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The ropes of death entangled me; the anguish of Sheol overcame me; I was confronted by trouble and sorrow.
When Pilate saw that he was accomplishing nothing, but that instead a riot was breaking out, he took water and washed his hands before the crowd. “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” he…
He took with Him Peter, James, and John, and began to be deeply troubled and distressed.
I would hasten my escape. He tried to pause but could not, like a horse which when pulled up slips on a little because of the speed at which he was going. David declares that he would not waste a moment, or stay to bid adieu to his friends, but up and away at once, for fear he should be too late, and because he could bear the clamour of his foes no longer. From the windy storm and tempest. A storm was brewing, and, like a dove, he would outfly it and reach a calmer region.
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