Isaiah 49:2
And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
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3And He saith to me, `My servant Thou art, O Israel, In whom I beautify Myself.'
4And I said, `For a vain thing I laboured, For emptiness and vanity my power I consumed, But my judgment `is' with Jehovah, And my wage with my God.
5And now, said Jehovah, who is forming me from the belly for a servant to Him, To bring back Jacob unto Him, (Though Israel is not gathered, Yet I am honoured in the eyes of Jehovah, And my God hath been my strength.)
1Hearken, O isles, unto me, And attend, O peoples, from afar, Jehovah from the womb hath called me, From the bowels of my mother He hath made mention of my name.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
16And I put My words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of My hand have covered thee, To plant the heavens, and to found earth, And to say to Zion, `My people `art' thou.'
34Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand,
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
36And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
33Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
35And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
40As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.
9And Jehovah putteth forth His hand, and striketh against my mouth, and Jehovah saith unto me, `Lo, I have put my words in thy mouth.
11And he giveth it for polishing, For laying hold of by the hand. It is sharpened -- the sword -- and polished, To give it into the hand of a slayer.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
40And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
41And mine enemies -- Thou givest to me the neck, Those hating me -- and I cut them off.
4My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
4He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.
2Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth `them' as dust `to' his sword, As driven stubble `to' his bow.
4The Lord Jehovah hath given to me The tongue of taught ones, To know to aid the weary `by' a word, He waketh morning by morning, He waketh for me an ear to hear as taught ones.
5The Lord Jehovah opened for me the ear, And I rebelled not -- backward I moved not.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
16Lo, I -- I have prepared an artizan, Blowing on a fire of coals, And bringing out an instrument for his work, And I have prepared a destroyer to destroy.
17No weapon formed against thee prospereth, And every tongue rising against thee, In judgment thou condemnest. This `is' the inheritance of the servants of Jehovah, And their righteousness from me, an affirmation of Jehovah!
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
1By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
6The exaltation of God `is' in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.
25And I have set on the sea his hand, And on the rivers his right hand.
44And -- Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of my people, Thou placest me for a head of nations; A people I have not known do serve me.
21With whom My hand is established, My arm also doth strengthen him.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
49And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
22Thou dost call as `at' a day of appointment, My fears from round about, And there hath not been in the day of the anger of Jehovah, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy hath consumed!
8Thus said Jehovah: `In a time of good pleasure I answered thee, And in a day of salvation I helped thee, And I keep thee, and give thee, For a covenant of the people, To establish the earth, To cause to inherit desolate inheritances.
41If I have sharpened the brightness of My sword, And My hand doth lay hold on judgment, I turn back vengeance to Mine adversaries, And to those hating Me -- I repay!
42I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.
9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.