Genesis 49:23
The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him:
The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him:
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22Joseph is a fruitful bough, even a fruitful bough by a well; whose branches run over the wall:
24But his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob; (from thence is the shepherd, the stone of Israel:)
12He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
23The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
4And when his brethren saw that their father loved him more than all his brethren, they hated him, and could not speak peaceably unto him.
5And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren: and they hated him yet the more.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
4He hath bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and slew all that were pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.
26For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.
26The blessings of thy father have prevailed above the blessings of my pronitors unto the utmost bound of the everlasting hills: they shall be on the head of Joseph, and on the crown of the head of him that was separate from his brethren.
18And when they saw him afar off, even before he came near unto them, they conspired against him to slay him.
41And Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing wherewith his father blessed him: and Esau said in his heart, The days of mourning for my father are at hand; then will I slay my brother Jacob.
11Bless, LORD, his substance, and accept the work of his hands: smite through the loins of them that rise against him, and of them that hate him, that they rise not again.
9And the patriarchs, moved with envy, sold Joseph into Egypt: but God was with him,
23And the archers shot at king Josiah; and the king said to his servants, Have me away; for I am sore wounded.
7Cursed be their anr, for it was fierce; and their wrath, for it was cruel: I will divide them in Jacob, and scatter them in Israel.
8Judah, thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise: thy hand shall be in the neck of thine enemies; thy father's children shall bow down before thee.
23I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.
7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.
2And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me;
22Moreover I have given to thee one portion above thy brethren, which I took out of the hand of the Amorite with my sword and with my bow.
8And his brethren said to him, Shalt thou indeed reign over us? or shalt thou indeed have dominion over us? And they hated him yet the more for his dreams, and for his words.
13He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.
23Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.
17And when Joseph saw that his father laid his right hand upon the head of Ephraim, it displeased him: and he held up his father's hand, to remove it from Ephraim's head unto Manasseh's head.
41All that pass by the way spoil him: he is a reproach to his neighbours.
23And I will beat down his foes before his face, and plague them that hate him.
3Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
3And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers hit him; and he was sore wounded of the archers.