Job 41:22
Underneath him are sharp potsherds; he spreads himself out over the mire like a threshing sledge.
Underneath him are sharp potsherds; he spreads himself out over the mire like a threshing sledge.
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
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In his neck{H6677} remaineth{H3885}{(H8799)} strength{H5797}, and sorrow{H1670} is turned into joy{H1750}{(H8799)} before{H6440} him.
In his necke remayneth strength, and before his face sorowe is turned to gladnesse.
(41:13) In his necke remayneth strength, & labour is reiected before his face.
In his necke ther remaineth strength, and nothing is to labourous for him.
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.
In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.
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23 He makes the deep boil like a pot; he stirs up the sea like a boiling ointment.
21 Clubs are regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling of javelins.
19 Do you give strength to the horse or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
20 Do you make it leap like a locust, its majestic snorting filling the air with terror?
21 It paws eagerly in the valley, rejoices in its strength, and charges into the battle.
22 It laughs at fear, unshaken and undeterred by the sword.
23 The quiver rattles against it, along with the flashing spear and javelin.
16 Behold, his strength is in his loins, and his power is in the muscles of his belly.
17 He stiffens his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.
18 His bones are like tubes of bronze; his limbs are like rods of iron.
26 He rushes against Him defiantly, with a sturdy shield for the thickness of his defense.
27 Though he has covered his face with fat and clothed his waist with layers of flesh,
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and chase him at his heels.
12 Hunger consumes his strength, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 It devours parts of his skin; death's firstborn consumes his limbs.
14 He is uprooted from the security of his tent and marched off to the king of terrors.
22 He feels pain only in his own flesh and mourns only for himself.
24 His sides full of milk, and the marrow of his bones moist.
19 A person is also chastened with pain on their bed and continual aching in their bones.
20 Their life begins to loathe food, and their soul rejects even the most desirable meal.
21 Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
25 then their flesh is restored to be fresher than in youth, and they return to the days of their youthful vigor.
25 It is drawn out and comes forth from his body; the glittering point comes out of his gallbladder; terrors come over him.
26 Total darkness is hidden for his treasures; a fire not kindled by man will consume him and devour what remains in his tent.
13 though he cherishes it and does not let it go, but keeps it in the midst of his mouth,
14 yet his food in his stomach is turned to the venom of cobras within him.
14 Strength resides in his neck, and terror dances in his presence.
15 The folds of his flesh cling tightly together; they are solid and immovable.
9 They are joined to one another; they stick together and cannot be separated.
21 He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.
21 Terrifying sounds are in his ears; in prosperity, the destroyer will come upon him.
1 To the chief musician, a psalm of David.
25 Nothing on earth is his equal, a creature without fear.
22 They will be life to your soul and grace to your neck.
19 He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotting wood.
23 If the river roars, he is not alarmed; he is confident, even when the Jordan rushes against his mouth.
17 Behold, what I have seen is good and fitting: to eat and drink and to enjoy the good of all one's labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given him, for this is his reward.
5 Sing praises to the LORD, you His faithful ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
4 They have no struggles; their bodies are healthy and strong.
12 Smoke comes out of his nostrils, like a boiling pot heated over burning rushes.
30 He will not escape from darkness; a flame will dry up his branch, and the breath of God's mouth will carry him away.
24 Distress and anguish terrify him; they overpower him like a king prepared for battle.
1 A man who is often corrected but stubbornly stiffens his neck will be suddenly broken beyond healing.
4 My heart staggers; terror overwhelms me. The twilight I longed for has been turned into trembling for me.
11 The youthful vigor that filled his bones will lie down with him in the dust.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
22 Yet God drags away the mighty with His power; though they rise up, they do not trust in their own lives.
13 Even in laughter, the heart may ache, and joy may end in grief.
8 This will bring healing to your body and refreshment to your bones.