Job 39:21
They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
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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.
25Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
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.
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.
15Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
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;
20For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
21Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
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.
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
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,
33Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.
23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
24Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
29As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
8The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
13Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
6And it goeth up and down in the midst of lions, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
10He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.
19Jehovah the Lord `is' my strength, And He doth make my feet like hinds, And on my high-places causeth me to tread. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
10Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
30An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,
31A girt one of the loins, or a he-goat, And a king -- no rising up with him.
3He pursueth them, he passeth over in safety A path with his feet he entereth not.
7From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!
11Dost thou trust in him because great `is' his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
8God is bringing him out of Egypt; As the swiftness of a Reem is to him, He eateth up nations his adversaries, And their bones he breaketh, And `with' his arrows he smiteth,
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
39Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?
4Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
19Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
21To enter into cavities of the rocks, And into clefts of the high places, Because of the fear of Jehovah, And because of the honour of His excellency, In His rising to terrify the earth.
5Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
12Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.