Job 39:23
Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
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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.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
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.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
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.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
3There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.
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.
11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
6and a frontlet of brass `is' on his feet, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders,
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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.
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.
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
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.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
41And the Philistine goeth on, going and drawing near unto David, and the man bearing the buckler `is' before him,
23And embitter him -- yea, they have striven, Yea, hate him do archers;
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.
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
3`Set ye in array shield and buckler, And draw nigh to battle.
4Gird the horses, and go up, ye horsemen, And station yourselves with helmets, Polish the javelins, put on the coats of mail.
12If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,
28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
3The shield of his mighty ones is become red, Men of might `are in' scarlet, With fiery torches `is' the chariot in a day of his preparation, And the firs have been caused to tremble.
14A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.
22He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched `is' he for the sword.
9And a battering-ram before him he placeth against thy walls, And thy towers he breaketh by his weapons.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
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!