Psalm 68:1Julia E. Smith Translation 1876To the overseer; to David chanting of a song. God will rise; his enemies shall be scattered, and they hating him shall flee from his face. See the chapter |
At that time were beaten small at once, the iron, the burnt clay, the brass, the silver and the gold, and they were as the chaff of the threshing-floor of summer; and the wind lifted them up and all place was not found for them: and the stone striking against the image was for a great rock, and filled all the earth.