| John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Old Testament. (continued) |
| | | 9823 | | Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion? |
| Job xxxviii. 31. |
| 9824 | | Canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons? |
| Job xxxviii. 32. |
| 9825 | | He smelleth the battle afar off. |
| Job xxxix. 25. |
| 9826 | | Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? |
| Job xli. 1. |
| 9827 | | Hard as a piece of the nether millstone. |
| Job xli. 24. |
| 9828 | | He maketh the deep to boil like a pot. |
| Job xli. 31. |
| 9829 | | I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear; but now mine eye seeth thee. |
| Job xlii. 5. |
| 9830 | | His leaf also shall not wither. |
| Psalm i. 3. |
| 9831 | | Lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us. |
| Psalm iv. 6. |
| 9832 | | Out of the mouth of babes 1 and sucklings. |
| Psalm viii. 2. |
| 9833 | | Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels. 2 |
| Psalm viii. 5. |
| 9834 | | The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. |
| Psalm xiv. 1; liii. 1. |
| 9835 | | He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not. |
| Psalm xv. 4. |
| 9836 | | The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; 3 yea, I have a goodly heritage. |
| Psalm xvi. 6. |
| 9837 | | Keep me as the apple of the eye, 4 hide me under the shadow of thy wings. |
| Psalm xvii. 8. |
| 9838 | | The sorrows of death compassed me. |
| Psalm xviii. 4. |
| 9839 | | He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. 5 |
| Psalm xviii. 10. |
| | Note 1.
Of very babes.—Book of Common Prayer. [back] | Note 2.
Thou madest him lower than.—Ibid. [back] | Note 3.
The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground.—Ibid. [back] | Note 4.
Apple of an eye.—Ibid. [back] | Note 5.
He rode upon the cherubim, and did fly; he came flying upon the wings of the wind.—Ibid. [back] |
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