Job 29:20
Myne honour encreased more and more, & my bow was euer the stronger in my hande.
Myne honour encreased more and more, & my bow was euer the stronger in my hande.
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19For my roote was spread out by the waterside: and the deawe lay vpon my corne.
34He maketh my feete lyke hyndes feete: and setteth me vpon my hie places.
35He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
36Thou hast geuen me the shielde of thy saluation: and with thy louing mekenesse thou doest multiplie me.
2O that I were as I was in the monethes by past, and in the daies when God preserued me:
3When his light shined vpon my head, when I went after the same light and shining, euen through the darknesse:
4As it stoode with me when I was young, when God prospered my house:
5When the almightie was yet with me, when my children stoode about me:
34He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.
35Thou hast geuen me the shielde of thy saluation: thy ryght hande also hath helde me vp, and through thy great gentlenesse I haue increased.
17For thou art the glory of their strength: and in thy louing kindnes thou wylt lift vp our hornes.
2He 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,
9He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
25Haue I reioyced because my power was great, and because my hande gat so much?
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
41If I whet the edge of my sworde, and mine hande take holde to do iustice, I wyl recompence vengeaunce on mine enemies, and wyll rewarde them that hate me.
5Let it take holde of my strength, and it shalbe at one with me, euen at one shall it be with me.
27Hath my heart medled priuyly with any disceite? or did I euer kisse myne owne hande?
9I made him faire with the multitude of his braunches: insomuch that all the trees in the pleasaunt garden of God had enuie at hym.
4The bowe with the mightie men are broken, and they that were weake haue gyrde them selues with strength.
3Girde thee with thy sworde vpon thy thygh O thou most mightie: that is with thy glorie and thy maiestie.
21Therfore my hande shalbe assured vnto him: and mine arme shall strengthen hym.
9Thy bow was manyfestly reuealed, and the othes of the tribes were a sure word. Selah. thou diddest cleaue the earth with riuers.
24Therfore hath God rewarded me after my righteous dealyng: and accordyng to my cleannesse of my handes in his syght.
3Nowe therefore take I pray thee thy weapons, thy quyuer and thy bowe, and get thee to the fielde, that thou mayest take me some venison.
11The sonne and moone stoode still in their habitation, at the light of thyne arrowes they went, and at the bright shining of thy speares.
29The strength of young men is their worship, and a gray head is an honour vnto the aged.
6And in my prosperitie I saide, I shall neuer haue a fal:
16It is a greene tree before the sunne, & shooteth foorth the braunches ouer his garden.
14And why? I put vpon me righteousnesse, which couered me as a garment, and equitie was my crowne.
10Decke thy selfe now with excellencie and maiestie, and araye thy selfe with beautie and glory:
10But my horne shalbe exalted lyke the horne of an vnicorne: for I am annoynted with excellent oyle.
20God rewarded me after my righteous dealyng: accordyng to the cleannesse of myne handes he recompensed me.
25Then shal his fleshe be as freshe as a childes, and shal returne as in the dayes of his youth.
9Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
5Therefore was he higher then all the trees of the fielde, and his bowes were multiplied, & his braunches were long, because of the multitude of the waters, which the deepe sent out.
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
25And the Lorde did to me againe according to my righteousnesse: euen after my purenes in his eye sight.
1Of Dauid. Blessed be God my rocke: who teacheth my handes to warre, and my fingers to fyght.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
29Haue I euer reioyced at the hurt of myne enemie? or was I euer glad that any harme happened vnto him? Oh, no.
11But as for me I wyll walke in my perfection: O redeeme me, and be mercyfull vnto me.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
2For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
21The Lorde rewarded me according to my righteousnesse: accordyng to the purenes of my hands he recompensed me.