Job 39:19
Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?
Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?
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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.
24With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
18At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
9And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?
10Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
13Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
9Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?
10Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow `with' his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?
11Dost thou trust in him because great `is' his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
17A false thing `is' the horse for safety, And by the abundance of his strength He doth not deliver.
13The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.
5Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?
10Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
15Thou hast proceeded through the sea with Thy horses -- the clay of many waters.
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.
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
31A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance `is' of Jehovah!
34Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?
35Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, `Behold us?'
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.
15Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
5Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
6From Thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both rider and horse have been fast asleep.
1Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!
2Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!
8Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers `is' Thine anger? Against the sea `is' Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation?
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
18The voice of Thy thunder `is' in the spheres, Lightnings have lightened the world, The earth hath trembled, yea, it shaketh.
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
15Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?
16Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?
22Then broken were the horse-heels, By pransings -- pransings of its mighty ones.
4Gird the horses, and go up, ye horsemen, And station yourselves with helmets, Polish the javelins, put on the coats of mail.
26By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?
27At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
18Thou hast made an expanse with Him For the clouds -- strong as a hard mirror!
16And ye say, No, for on a horse we flee? Therefore ye flee, And on the swift we ride! Therefore swift are your pursuers.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
2Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?
7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
39Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?
5God thundereth with His voice wonderfully, Doing great things and we know not.
8let them bring in royal clothing that the king hath put on himself, and a horse on which the king hath ridden, and that the royal crown be put on his head,
25Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices?