Job 41:29
As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
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25 From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26 The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
27 He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
28 The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
20 Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
21 They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
23 Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
24 With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
25 Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
30 Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
24 He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25 One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
7 Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
13 The Lord doth laugh at him, For He hath seen that his day cometh.
14 A 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.
18 As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
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.
8 And Thou, O Jehovah dost laugh at them, Thou dost mock at all the nations.
10 So 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.
12 He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13 He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
6 And the righteous see, And fear, and laugh at him.
23 Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
13 Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
11 Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
5 Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
15 And He sendeth forth arrows, And scattereth them; Lightning, and troubleth them;
6 For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So `is' the laughter of a fool, even this `is' vanity.
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
3 There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.
28 Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
19 Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
26 I also in your calamity do laugh, I deride when your fear cometh,
14 And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.
7 They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
18 His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
19 He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
7 And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
4 He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.
26 He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
7 He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
9 A wise man is judged by the foolish man, And he hath been angry, And he hath laughed, and there is no rest.
22 In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
34 Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
22 And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
35 Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,