קוֹל

The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tabernacles of the righteous: the right hand of the LORD doeth valiantly.

Hear my voice according unto thy lovingkindness: O LORD, quicken me according to thy judgment.

Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.

A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets:

Yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding;

And have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor inclined mine ear to them that instructed me!

Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?

Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice is to the sons of man.

When he speaketh fair, believe him not: for there are seven abominations in his heart.

He that blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, it shall be counted a curse to him.

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

Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin; neither say thou before the angel, that it was an error: wherefore should God be angry at thy voice, and destroy the work of thine hands?

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.

Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.

And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.