Job 41:28

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 39:7 : 7 He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
  • Hab 1:10 : 10 And 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.

Similar Verses (AI)

These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.

  • Job 41:29-30
    2 verses
    86%

    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.

  • Job 41:26-27
    2 verses
    82%

    26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.

    27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

  • Job 39:20-24
    5 verses
    80%

    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.

  • Job 20:24-25
    2 verses
    79%

    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.

  • Lam 3:12-13
    2 verses
    74%

    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.

  • 4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

  • 12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

  • Job 41:7-10
    4 verses
    73%

    7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

    8Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

    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?

  • Job 40:17-19
    3 verses
    72%

    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;

  • Ps 7:12-13
    2 verses
    72%

    12If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,

    13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

  • 7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.

  • 11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.

  • 34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.

  • 35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,

  • 4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

  • 28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!

  • 13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

  • 5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

  • 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.

  • 7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

  • 15And He sendeth forth arrows, And scattereth them; Lightning, and troubleth them;

  • 2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

  • 23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.

  • 18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,

  • 43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 3And have smitten thy bow out of thy left hand, Yea, thine arrows out of thy right I cause to fall.

  • 22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

  • 2Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth `them' as dust `to' his sword, As driven stubble `to' his bow.

  • 14And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.

  • 6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

  • 5Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

  • 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,