Genesis 49:23
The archers haue greeuously prouoked hym, and shot him through with dartes, they haue hated him to his hinderaunce.
The archers haue greeuously prouoked hym, and shot him through with dartes, they haue hated him to his hinderaunce.
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22 Ioseph is lyke a floryshyng bough, a bough floryshyng by a well syde whose small boughes ran vpon the wall.
24 But his bowe abode fast, and the armes of his handes were made strong by the handes of the myghtie God of Iacob: Out of him shal come an heardman, a stone in Israel.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
23 Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
4 And when his brethren saw that their father loued hym more then all his brethren, they hated hym, and coulde not speake peaceably vnto hym.
5 Moreouer, when Ioseph had dreamed a dreame, he tolde it his brethren, which hated hym yet the more.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
4 He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his ryght hande as an aduersarie, and euery thyng that was pleasaunt to see, he hath slayne: he hath powred out his wrath like a fire, into the tabernacle of the daughter of Sion.
26 For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
26 The blessynges of thy fathers shall be stronger then the blessinges of my elders: vnto the vtmost of the hylles of the worlde, they shalbe on the head of Ioseph, and on the toppe of the head of hym that was seperate from his brethren.
18 And when they sawe hym a farre of, before he came at them, they toke councell agaynst hym for to slea hym.
41 And Esau hated Iacob, because of the blessyng that his father blessed hym withall. And Esau sayde in his heart: The dayes of sorowyng for my father are at hande, then wyll I slaye my brother Iacob.
11 Blesse Lorde his first fruites, and accept the worke of his handes: smyte the loynes of the that rise agaynst him, and of them that hate hym, that they ryse not agayne.
9 And the patriarkes moued with enuie, solde Ioseph into Egypt: and God was with hym,
23 And the shooters shot dartes at king Iosia: And the king sayde to his seruauntes, Carie me away, for I am sore wounded.
7 Cursed be their wrath, for it was shamelesse, and their fiercenesse, for it was cruell: I wyll deuide them in Iacob, and scatter them in Israel.
8 Iuda, thou art he whom thy brethren shall prayse: Thy hande shalbe in the necke of thine enemies, thy fathers children shall stowpe before thee.
23 I wyll heape mischiefes vpon them, & wyll destroy them with mine arrowes.
7 But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
2 He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
22 Moreouer, I haue geuen vnto thee a portion of lande aboue thy brethren, which I gat out of the hand of the Amorite in my sworde, and in my bowe.
8 To whom his brethren sayde: Shalt thou be a kyng in deede on vs? or shalt thou in deede haue dominion ouer vs? And they hated hym yet the more, because of his dreames and of his wordes.
13 He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
23 Then clap men their handes at hym, and hisse at him out of his place.
14 The vngodly haue drawen out the sworde, and haue bended their bowe: to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of right conuersation.
17 When Ioseph sawe that his father layed his ryght hande vpon the head of Ephraim, it displeased hym: and he lift vp his fathers hande, to haue remoued it from Ephraims head vnto Manasses head.
41 All they that go by the way spoyle hym: he is become a rebuke vnto his neyghbours.
23 I wyll breake into peeces his foes before his face: and ouerthrowe them that hate hym.
3 Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.
3 And when the battaile went sore against Saul, the archers with bowes found him, and he was fore afrayde of the archers.