And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.

The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together

Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands.

The works of his hands are verity and judgment; all his commandments are sure.

Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands.

They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.

My hands also will I lift up unto thy commandments, which I have loved; and I will meditate in thy statutes.

Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn thy commandments.

For the rod of the wicked shall not rest upon the lot of the righteous; lest the righteous put forth their hands unto iniquity.

For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee.

Lift up your hands in the sanctuary, and bless the LORD.

The idols of the heathen are silver and gold, the work of men's hands.

The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.

Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.

Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:

A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,

A man shall be satisfied with good by the fruit of his mouth: and the recompence of a man's hands shall be rendered unto him.

Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.