Job 20:25
One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
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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.
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.
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
27Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
15Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
16Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
10So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
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.
25Without bereave doth the sword, And at the inner-chambers -- fear, Both youth and virgin, Suckling with man of grey hair.
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.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
22He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched `is' he for the sword.
21His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
20In the midst of the pierced of the sword they fall, `To' the sword she hath been given, They drew her out, and all her multitude.
21Speak to him do the gods of the mighty out of the midst of sheol, With his helpers -- they have gone down, They have lain with the uncircumcised, The pierced of the sword.
23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
18He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
15For from the face of destructions they fled, From the face of a stretched-out sword, And from the face of a trodden bow, And from the face of the grievousness of battle.
22and the haft also goeth in after the blade, and the fat shutteth on the blade, that he hath not drawn the sword out of his belly, and it goeth out at the fundament.
29Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious `are' the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that `there is' a judgment.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
5And known have all flesh that I, Jehovah, Have brought out My sword from its scabbard, It doth not turn back any more.
22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
21Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
19Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
15To melt the heart, and to multiply the ruins, By all their gates I have set the point of a sword. Ah, it is made for brightness, Wrapt up for slaughter.
3And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcases, Yea, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies.
2And 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.