Psalm 68:1Wycliffe's Bible with Modern SpellingTo victory, the psalm of the song of David. God rise up, and his enemies be scattered; and they that hate him, flee from his face. See the chapter |
Then the iron, tilestone, either earthen vessel, brass, silver, and gold, were all-broken altogether, and driven as into a dead spark of a large summer hall, that be ravished of wind, and no place is found to those [or in them]; forsooth the stone, that smote the image, was made a great hill [or mountain], and filled all earth.