Job 41:22
In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
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23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
21His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
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.
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.
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
27For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
24His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
25Fresher `is' his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
13Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
14The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
21While he filleth with laughter thy mouth, And thy lips with shouting,
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
22And they are life to thy soul, and grace to thy neck.
19Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
17Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.
5For -- a moment `is' in His anger, Life `is' in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.
4And their might `is' firm.
12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
20For he doth not much remember the days of his life, for God is answering through the joy of his heart.
1A man often reproved, hardening the neck, Is suddenly broken, and there is no healing.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
22And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
13Even in laughter is the heart pained, And the latter end of joy `is' affliction.
8Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.