Job 39:18
At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
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19Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?
20Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
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.
14For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
15And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
16Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
17For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:
7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
17A false thing `is' the horse for safety, And by the abundance of his strength He doth not deliver.
9Be ye not as a horse -- as a mule, Without understanding, With bridle and bit, its ornaments, to curb, Not to come near unto thee.
12If thou hast been wise, thou hast been wise for thyself, And thou hast scorned -- thyself bearest `it'.
13A foolish woman `is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
14And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
20And she doteth on their paramours, Whose flesh `is' the flesh of asses, And the issue of horses -- their issue.
3She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
10Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
24A wild ass accustomed to a wilderness, In the desire of her soul she hath swallowed up wind, Her meeting -- who doth turn her back? None seeking her do weary themselves, In her month they find her.
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10And at kings it doth scoff, And princes `are' a laughter to it, At every fenced place it doth laugh, And it heapeth up dust, and captureth it.
37A sword `is' on his horses and on his chariot, And on all the rabble who `are' in her midst, And they have become women; A sword `is' on her treasuries, And they have been spoiled;
22this `is' the word that Jehovah spake concerning him: Trampled on thee, laughed at thee, Hath the virgin daughter of Zion, Behind thee shaken the head hath the daughter of Jerusalem.
28A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
2The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting.
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.
31A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance `is' of Jehovah!
25Strength and honour `are' her clothing, And she rejoiceth at a latter day.
7`As much as she did glorify herself and did revel, so much torment and sorrow give to her, because in her heart she saith, I sit a queen, and a widow I am not, and sorrow I shall not see;
16And ye say, No, for on a horse we flee? Therefore ye flee, And on the swift we ride! Therefore swift are your pursuers.
21this `is' the word that Jehovah spake concerning him: `Trampled on thee -- laughed at thee, Hath the virgin daughter of Zion Behind thee shaken the head -- Hath the daughter of Jerusalem?
9Her uncleanness `is' in her skirts, She hath not remembered her latter end, And she cometh down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O Jehovah, mine affliction, For exerted himself hath an enemy.
2She hath not hearkened to the voice, She hath not accepted instruction, In Jehovah she hath not trusted, Unto her God she hath not drawn near.
15And the handler of the bow standeth not, And the swift with his feet delivereth not `himself', And the rider of the horse delivereth not his soul.
8Exalt her, and she doth lift thee up, She honoureth thee, when thou dost embrace her.
9She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
22A ring of gold in the nose of a sow -- A fair woman and stubborn of behaviour.
6From Thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both rider and horse have been fast asleep.
11Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
8Swifter than leopards have been its horses, And sharper than evening wolves, And increased have its horsemen, Even its horsemen from afar come in, They fly as an eagle, hasting to consume.
22Then broken were the horse-heels, By pransings -- pransings of its mighty ones.
2At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood,
31A girt one of the loins, or a he-goat, And a king -- no rising up with him.
1Wo `to' those going down to Egypt for help, And on horses lean, And trust on chariots, because many, And on horsemen, because very strong, And have not looked on the Holy One of Israel, And Jehovah have not sought.
24And she saddleth the ass, and saith unto her young man, `Lead, and go, do not restrain riding for me, except I have said `so' to thee.'
17She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
7I have seen servants on horses, And princes walking as servants on the earth.
5Raise not up on high your horn, (Ye speak with a stiff neck.)