Job 39:21
he breaketh ye grounde with the hoffes of his fete chearfully in his strength, and runneth to mete the harnest men.
he breaketh ye grounde with the hoffes of his fete chearfully in his strength, and runneth to mete the harnest men.
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22He layeth asyde all feare, his stomack is not abated, nether starteth he a back for eny swerde.
23Though the quyuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shilde glistre:
24yet russheth he in fearsly, and beateth vpon the grounde. He feareth not the noyse of the trompettes,
25but as soone as he heareth the shawmes blowe, tush (sayeth he) for he smelleth the batell afarre of, ye noyse, the captaynes and the shoutinge.
19Hast thou geuen the horse is strength, or lerned him to bowe downe his neck with feare:
20that he letteth him self be dryuen forth like a greshopper, where as the stoute neyenge that he maketh, is fearfull?
21His breth maketh the coales burne, the flame goeth out of his mouth.
22In his necke remayneth strength, and before his face sorowe is turned to gladnesse.
15Beholde, the cruell beaste (whom I made wt the) which eateth haye as an oxe:
16lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
17He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
18His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro
19First when God made him, he ordened the wyldernesse for him,
20yt the mountaynes shulde geue him grasse, where all the beastes off the felde take their pastyme.
21He lyeth amoge the redes in the Mosses, the fennes
24Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.
25For he hath stretched out his honde agaynst God, & armed himself agaynst ye Allmightie.
26He runneth proudly vpon him, & with a stiff necke fighteth he agaynst him:
9For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the: Euery man also that seyth him, shall go backe. And why?
10There darre none be so bolde, as to rayse him vp. Who is able to stonde before me?
34He hath made my fete like hartes fete, & hath set me vp an hye.
35He teacheth my handes to fighte, and bendeth the stele bowe with myne armes.
33He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.
23Lo, without eny laboure might he drynke out the whole floude, and suppe off Iordane without eny trauayle.
24Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?
28He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them
29He counteth the hammer no better then a strawe, he laugheth him to scorne that shaketh the speare.
7That they maye geue no force for the multitude off people in the cities, nether to regarde the crienge of the dryuer:
8but to seke their pasture aboute the moutaynes, & to folowe vpon the grene grasse.
25When he goeth: the mightiest off all are afrayed, and the wawes heuy.
13The LORDE shal come forth as a gyaunte, and take a stomacke to him like a fresh man of warre. He shal roare and crie, and ouercome his enemies.
11Fearfulnesse shal make him afrayed on euery syde, that he shall not knowe, where to get out.
6which wente amonge the lyons, & became a fearce lyon: lerned to spoyle and to deuoure folcke:
10Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he & casteth downe the poore with his auctorite.
19The LORDE God is my strength, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: & he which geueth ye victory, shal bringe me to my hye places, synginge vpon my psalmes.
10He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in eny mas legges.
30A Lyon which is kynge of beastes, & geueth place to no man:
31A cock ready to fight: A rame: And a kynge yt goeth forth wt his people.
3He foloweth vpon them, and goeth safely himself, and cometh in no footpath with his fete.
7He shal drynke of the broke in the waye, therfore shal he lift vp his heade.
11Mayest thou trust hi (because he is stroge) or comitte thy labor vnto hi?
8God hath broughte hi out of Egipte, his strength is as of an vnicorne. He shal eate vp the Heithen his enemies, and grynde their bones to poulder, and shute thorow them with his arowes.
1Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
39Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes
4He is wyse of hert, and mightie in strength. Who euer prospered, that toke parte agaynst him?
19Out of his mouth go torches and fyre brandes,
21that he maye the better crepe in to the caues and rockes, and in to the cliffes of hard stones, from ye sight of the fearful iudge and from the glory of his Magesty.
5Doth the wilde asse roare when he hath grasse? Or crieth the oxe, whe he hath fodder ynough?
39Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
12His men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellinge rounde aboute.