4872 verses about Protection

My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.’

if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my help in the gate,

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

“Behold, God does all these things, twice, yes three times, with a man,

He breaks in pieces mighty men in ways past finding out, and sets others in their place.

When he gives quietness, who then can condemn? When he hides his face, who then can see him? Alike whether to a nation, or to a man,

“By reason of the multitude of oppressions they cry out. They cry for help by reason of the arm of the mighty.

He doesn’t withdraw his eyes from the righteous, but with kings on the throne, he sets them forever, and they are exalted.

Yes, he would have allured you out of distress, into a wide place, where there is no restriction. That which is set on your table would be full of fatness.

Behold, God is great, and we don’t know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

He covers his hands with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark.

He sends it out under the whole sky, and his lightning to the ends of the earth.

For he says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth;’ likewise to the shower of rain, and to the showers of his mighty rain.

Then the animals take cover, and remain in their dens.

Out of its room comes the storm, and cold out of the north.

Yes, he loads the thick cloud with moisture. He spreads abroad the cloud of his lightning.

marked out for it my bound, set bars and doors,

which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.

He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.

The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.

Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn’t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.

Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

Give sincere homage to the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish on the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him.

Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.

But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.

I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.

I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.

Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to Yahweh. Your blessing be on your people. Selah.

Many say, “Who will show us any good?” Yahweh, let the light of your face shine on us.

In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Yahweh alone, make me live in safety.

Lead me, Yahweh, in your righteousness because of my enemies. Make your way straight before my face.

But let all those who take refuge in you rejoice, Let them always shout for joy, because you defend them. Let them also who love your name be joyful in you.

For you will bless the righteous. Yahweh, you will surround him with favor as with a shield.

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

Yahweh, my God, I take refuge in you. Save me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me,

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is no one to deliver.

let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

Arise, Yahweh, in your anger. Lift up yourself against the rage of my adversaries. Awake for me. You have commanded judgment.

My shield is with God, who saves the upright in heart.

From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.

When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

Those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, Yahweh, have not forsaken those who seek you.

For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;

For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.

Arise, Yahweh! Don’t let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight.

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.

to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may terrify no more.

In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

Lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed against him”; Lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.

There they were in great fear, for God is in the generation of the righteous.

You frustrate the plan of the poor, because Yahweh is his refuge.

Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.

Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.

The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.

I have set Yahweh always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.

You will show me the path of life. In your presence is fullness of joy. In your right hand there are pleasures forever more.

Let my sentence come out of your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.

You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.

As for the deeds of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.

My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.

Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.

Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,

from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.

They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.

Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;

from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

I call on Yahweh, who is worthy to be praised; and I am saved from my enemies.

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death came on me.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.