And I actually took out a handful of stones from my pocket that I had been carrying around for weeks, hoping for just this interaction and, you know, they were pebbles but he grabbed them out of my hand.

But he lingered and the men grabbed his hand, his wife's hand, and his two daughters' hands, Yahweh being merciful to him and they took him out, and set him outside of the city.

My crew grabbed me, and then we walked as quickly as we could down over the rubble down to our camp.

My pen is in my hand.

Grab my hand.

Mennad grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

Mennad grabbed the pillows and took them to his room.

Mennad grabbed the pillows and took them to his room.

her hand clawing at my head.

My hand are benumbed with cold.

Can I have my hand back?

My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.'

My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.

My uncles, my father s younger brothers, led me by the hand.

Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand.

And my heart hath been secretly enticed, or my mouth hath kissed my hand

He rested his hand on my shoulder.

Didn't my hand make all these things?'

His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

And then she said grabbed me like that, because my mother was quite big and she lifted me up and she says, How come you're not at school?

So, I had been there almost three months, and I was touring around the city going to different squatter areas and Julius was tagging along, and he was bug eyed and at certain points we were walking around, he grabbed my hand for support, which is something most Kenyans would never consider doing.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

SJ I think it's under my right hand.

I burnt my hand while pouring hot water.

Hath not my hand made all these things?

and my heart has been secretly enticed, and my hand threw a kiss from my mouth,

Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?

with whom my hand shall be established. My arm will also strengthen him.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I won't forget your law.

but to sit at my right hand and at my left hand is not mine to give, but for whom it has been prepared.

They grabbed and pulled off their hair and beat up others with sticks.

and the rest grabbed his servants, and treated them shamefully, and killed them.

My soul is continually in my hand yet do I not forget thy law.

My hand is at life, here, so at risk.

Among them there was my right hand man, Najmuddin.

I want to tattoo its name on my hand

He neither covers my head nor hand cuffs me.

One of them was I used to lie on the kitchen floor of my childhood home, and I would suck the thumb of my left hand and hold my mom's cold toes with my right hand.

Amid the chaos, a French woman grabbed the child and carried him to safety.

Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

Alas Assyrian, the rod of my anger, the staff in whose hand is my indignation!