Job 15:26
He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
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27For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
25For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.
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.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
22In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
23It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
21They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
22He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
24With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
16Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
17He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
18His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
6and a frontlet of brass `is' on his feet, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders,
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
5Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'
10He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
26As wicked He hath stricken them, In the place of beholders.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
36If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.
17And He putteth on righteousness as a breastplate, And an helmet of salvation on His head, And He putteth on garments of vengeance `for' clothing, And is covered, as `with' an upper-robe, `with' zeal.
20He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
9Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.
18And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.
19It is to him as apparel -- he covereth himself, And for a continual girdle he girdeth it on.
37For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
4Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
11The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
12Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,