Job 29:20
My honour `is' fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
My honour `is' fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
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19My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
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.
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
3In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.
4As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
5When yet the Mighty One `is' with me. Round about me -- my young ones,
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.
17For the beauty of their strength `art' Thou, And in Thy good will is our horn exalted,
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.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
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.
25If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
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!
5Or -- he doth take hold on My strength, He doth make peace with Me, Peace he doth make with Me.
27And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,
9Fair I have made him in the multitude of his thin shoots, And envy him do all trees of Eden that `are' in the garden of God.
4Bows of the mighty are broken, And the stumbling have girded on strength.
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
21With whom My hand is established, My arm also doth strengthen him.
9Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, `Pause!' `With' rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
24And Jehovah doth return to me, According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, Over-against his eyes.
3and now, take up, I pray thee, thy instruments, thy quiver, and thy bow, and go out to the field, and hunt for me provision,
11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
29The beauty of young men is their strength, And the honour of old men is grey hairs.
6And I -- I have said in mine ease, `I am not moved -- to the age.
16Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
14Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.
10Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
10And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
20Jehovah doth recompense me According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, He doth return to me.
25Fresher `is' his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.
9Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently:
5Therefore higher hath been his stature than all trees of the field, And multiplied are his boughs, and long are his branches, Because of many waters in his shooting forth,
7Jehovah `is' my strength, and my shield, In Him my heart trusted, and I have been helped. And my heart exulteth, And with my song I thank Him.
25And Jehovah returneth to me, According to my righteousness, According to my cleanness before His eyes.
1By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
4Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.
29If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,
11And I, in mine integrity I walk, Redeem me, and favour me.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
2Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
21Jehovah recompenseth me, According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, He doth return to me.