Job 39:23
Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
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19Hast thou geue the horse his strength, or learned him to ney coragiously?
20Canst thou make him afrayde as a grashopper? where as the stoute neying that he maketh is fearefull.
21He breaketh the grounde with the hooffes of his feete, he reioyceth cherefully in his strength, and runneth to meete the harnest men.
22He layeth aside all feare, his stomacke is not abated, neither starteth he backe for any sworde.
25When he goeth the mightie are afraide, and feare troubleth them.
26If any man drawe out a sword at him, it shall not hurt him: there may neither speare, laueling, nor brestplate abide him.
27He setteth asmuch by iron as by a strawe, and asmuch by brasse as by a rotten sticke.
28He starteth not away from him that bendeth the bowe: & as for sling stones he careth asmuch for stouble as for the.
29He counteth the dartes no better then a strawe, he laugheth him to scorne that shaketh the speare.
30Sharpe stones are vnder him lyke potsheardes, and he lyeth vpon sharpe thinges as vpon the soft myre.
24Yet rusheth he in fiercely beating the grounde, he thinketh it not the noyse of the trumpettes:
25But when the trumpettes make most noyse, he saith, tushe, for he smelleth the battaile a farre of, the noyse of the captaines and the shouting.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
25The arowe is taken foorth and gone out of the quiuer, and a glistering sword through the gall of him: so feare shall come vpon him.
26He runneth proudly vpon him, & with a stiffe necke fighteth he against him.
3There he brake the arrowes of the bowe: the shielde, the sworde, and the battayle. Selah.
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.
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.
35He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
6And he had bootes of brasse vpon his legges, and a shielde of brasse vpon his shoulders.
7Canst thou fil the basket with his skin? or the fishe panier with his head?
34He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
23So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon.
2The noyse of the whippe, the noyse of ratling of wheales, the praunsing of horses, and the iumping of charets:
3The horseman lifting vp both the glistering blade of the sword & also the shining speare, many wounded, many corpses, and no end of carcasses, they shall stumble at dead bodies.
19He is the chiefe of the wayes of God, he that made him wyl make his sword to approche vnto him.
10Sharpened is it to make a great slaughter, and furbished that it may glitter: Shall we then make mirth? It contemneth the rodde of my sonne as all other trees.
11He hath geuen it to be furbished, to holde it in the hande: this sworde is sharpened, and furbished, to geue it into the hande of the slayer.
24Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
41And the Philistine came and drewe neare against Dauid, and the man that bare the shielde went before him.
23The archers haue greeuously prouoked hym, and shot him through with dartes, they haue hated him to his hinderaunce.
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,
43Thou hast turned the harde edge of his sworde: and thou hast not lifted him vp in the battayle.
22In his necke ther remaineth strength, and nothing is to labourous for him.
3Make redy buckler and shielde, and go foorth to fight.
4Harnesse your horses, and set your selues vpon them, set your sallets fast on, bryng foorth speares, scoure your swordes, and put on your brestplates.
12If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
28His arrowes are sharpe, and all his bowes bent: his horse hoofes are as flint, and his cart wheeles like a whyrle winde.
3Girde thee with thy sworde vpon thy thygh O thou most mightie: that is with thy glorie and thy maiestie.
9Beholde his hope is in vaine: for shall not one perishe euen at the sight of him?
3The shielde of his valiaunt souldiours is died red, his captaynes of warre are clad with scarlet: the charret is compassed with flammig torches in the day of his expedition, and the firre staues are drenched in poyson.
14The 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.
22He beleueth neuer to be deliuered out of darknesse: for the sworde is alwayes before his eyes.
9He shall set engins of warre before hym against thy walles, & with his weapons breake downe thy towres.
11Fearefulnesse shall make him afraide on euery side, and shall driue him to his feete.
18As he that fayneth him selfe mad, casteth firebrandes, deadly arrowes and dartes:
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.