Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.

Say unto God, How terrible art thou in thy works! through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

He turned the sea into dry land: they went through the flood on foot: there did we rejoice in him.

Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place.

O God, when thou wentest forth before thy people, when thou didst march through the wilderness; Selah:

They set their mouth against the heavens, and their tongue walketh through the earth.

He divided the sea, and caused them to pass through; and he made the waters to stand as an heap.

This he ordained in Joseph for a testimony, when he went out through the land of Egypt: where I heard a language that I understood not.

Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.

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

He rebuked the Red sea also, and it was dried up: so he led them through the depths, as through the wilderness.

Again, they are minished and brought low through oppression, affliction, and sorrow.

My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.

The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

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

Thou through thy commandments hast made me wiser than mine enemies: for they are ever with me.

And made Israel to pass through the midst of it: for his mercy endureth for ever:

To him which led his people through the wilderness: for his mercy endureth for ever.

For at the window of my house I looked through my casement,

Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,

Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.

An hypocrite with his mouth destroyeth his neighbour: but through knowledge shall the just be delivered.

For a dream cometh through the multitude of business; and a fool's voice is known by multitude of words.