Job 39:23
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
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19"Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
20Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
21He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
22He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
26If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.
28The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
24He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
25As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.
25He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.
26he runs at him with a stiff neck, with the thick shields of his bucklers;
3There he broke the flaming arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the weapons of war. Selah.
12He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.
11The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
35He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of brass.
6He had brass shin armor on his legs, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders.
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
34He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of bronze.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
23Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn't know that it will cost his life.
2The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies,
19He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
10it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it condemns every tree.
11It is given to be furbished, that it may be handled: the sword, it is sharpened, yes, it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the killer.
24Distress and anguish make him afraid. They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
41The Philistine came on and drew near to David; and the man who bore the shield went before him.
23The archers have severely grieved him, shot at him, and persecute him:
2and he has made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand, he has hidden me: and he has made me a polished shaft; in his quiver has he kept me close:
43Yes, you turn back the edge of his sword, and haven't supported him in battle.
22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
3Prepare the buckler and shield, and draw near to battle!
4Harness the horses, and get up, you horsemen, and stand forth with your helmets; furbish the spears, put on the coats of mail.
12If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; he has bent and strung his bow.
28whose arrows are sharp, and all their bows bent. Their horses' hoofs will be like flint, and their wheels like a whirlwind.
3Strap your sword on your thigh, mighty one: your splendor and your majesty.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
3The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the pine spears are brandished.
14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who are upright in the way.
22He doesn't believe that he shall return out of darkness. He is waited for by the sword.
9He shall set his battering engines against your walls, and with his axes he shall break down your towers.
11Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall chase him at his heels.
18Like a madman who shoots torches, arrows, and death,
41if I whet my glittering sword, My hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to my adversaries, and will recompense those who hate me.