Psalms 127:4
As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
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5O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!
3Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah `are' sons, A reward `is' the fruit of the womb.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
12Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
13Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6Sons' sons `are' the crown of old men, And the glory of sons `are' their fathers.
4Bows of the mighty are broken, And the stumbling have girded on strength.
3Thy wife `is' as a fruitful vine in the sides of thy house, Thy sons as olive plants around thy table.
4Lo, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing Jehovah.
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
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.
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
6Give instruction to a youth about his way, Even when he is old he turneth not from it.
21and lo, I send the youth: Go, find the arrows. If I at all say to the youth, Lo, the arrows `are' on this side of thee -- take them, -- then come thou, for peace `is' for thee, and there is nothing; Jehovah liveth.
22And if thus I say to the young man, Lo, the arrows `are' beyond thee, -- go, for Jehovah hath sent thee away;
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
24The father of the righteous rejoiceth greatly, The begetter of the wise rejoiceth in him.
13For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
26In the fear of Jehovah `is' strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.
13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
14From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
4Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
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.
14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
9O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!
18And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.
28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
36And he saith to his youth, `Run, find, I pray thee, the arrows which I am shooting;' the youth is running, and he hath shot the arrow, causing `it' to pass over him.
37And the youth cometh unto the place of the arrow which Jonathan hath shot, and Jonathan calleth after the youth, and saith, `Is not the arrow beyond thee?'
3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
4To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
4And the fathers! provoke not your children, but nourish them in the instruction and admonition of the Lord.
4And I have made youths their heads, And sucklings rule over them.
16Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.
11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
4Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
9Sons of Ephraim -- armed bearers of bow, Have turned in a day of conflict.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
15Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.
15Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,