Psalms 120:4
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
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3 What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!
5 Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
3 Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
4 To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
4 For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
10 They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.
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.
22 For a fire hath been kindled in Mine anger, And it burneth unto Sheol -- the lowest, And consumeth earth and its increase, And setteth on fire foundations of mountains.
23 I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.
24 Exhausted by famine, And consumed by heat, and bitter destruction. And the teeth of beasts I send upon them, With poison of fearful things of the dust.
7 And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
13 Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
4 My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
18 For burned as a fire hath wickedness, Brier and thorn it devoureth, And it kindleth in thickets of the forest, And they lift themselves up, an exaltation of smoke!
28 The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
29 As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30 Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
14 As a fire doth burn a forest, And as a flame setteth hills on fire,
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
18 As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
11 Ye conceive chaff, ye bear stubble, Your spirit! -- fire devoureth you.
12 And peoples have been `as' burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, with fire they burn.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
24 With arrows and with bow he cometh thither, Because all the land is brier and thorn.
7 And I have separated for thee destroyers, Each with his weapons, And they have cut down the choice of thy cedars, And have cast them on the fire.
2 And 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.
13 From the brightness before Him Were brands of fire kindled!
2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
7 They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
12 They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.
5 Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
4 He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
12 For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
16 Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
14 Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
9 Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
12 From the brightness over-against Him His thick clouds have passed on, Hail and coals of fire.
11 Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
24 He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
40 And have caused an assembly to come up against thee, And stoned thee with stones, And thrust thee through with their swords,
16 Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.
31 And the strong hath been for tow, And his work for a spark, And burned have both of them together, And there is none quenching!
3 They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder `is' under their lips. Selah.
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.
3 The 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.
19 Swifter have been our pursuers, Than the eagles of the heavens, On the mountains they have burned `after' us, In the wilderness they have laid wait for us.