Job 39:23
The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
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19Hast thou given the horse [his] might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
21He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.
22He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
29Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
30His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.
24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.
25As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.
25He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body; Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.
26He runneth upon him with a [stiff] neck, With the thick bosses of his bucklers;
3There he brake the arrows of the bow; The shield, and the sword, and the battle. {{Selah
12He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
11The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.
35He teacheth my hands to war, So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.
6And he had greaves of brass upon his legs, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders.
7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
34He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
23Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteth to the snare, And knoweth not that it is for his life.
2The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, and the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies; they stumble upon their bodies;--
19He is the chief of the ways of God: He [only] that made him giveth him his sword.
10it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it contemneth every tree.
11And it is given to be furbished, that it may be handled: the sword, it is sharpened, yea, it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.
24Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
41And the Philistine came on and drew near unto David; and the man that bare the shield went before him.
23The archers have sorely grieved him, And shot at him, and persecuted him:
2and he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me: and he hath made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he kept me close:
43Yea, thou turnest back the edge of his sword, And hast not made him to stand in the battle.
22In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
3Prepare ye the buckler and shield, and draw near to battle.
4Harness the horses, and get up, ye horsemen, and stand forth with your helmets; furbish the spears, put on the coats of mail.
12If a man turn not, he will whet his sword; He hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
28whose arrows are sharp, and all their bows bent; their horses' hoofs shall be accounted as flint, and their wheels as a whirlwind:
3Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, Thy glory and thy majesty.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
3The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the cypress [spears] are brandished.
14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.
22He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, And he is waited for of the sword.
9And he shall set his battering engines against thy walls, and with his axes he shall break down thy towers.
11Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.
18As a madman who casteth firebrands, Arrows, and death,
41If I whet my glittering sword, And my hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine adversaries, And will recompense them that hate me.