Psalms 144:14
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
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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,
15O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!
4Without oxen a stall `is' clean, And great `is' the increase by the power of the ox.
9Their houses `are' peace without fear, Nor `is' a rod of God upon them.
10His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.
18They have hunted our steps from going in our broad-places, Near hath been our end, fulfilled our days, For come hath our end.
20Happy `are' ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
15Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.
7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
16Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
18How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
13For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
14Who is making thy border peace, `With' the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.
25And all the hills that with a mattock are kept in order, Thither cometh not the fear of brier and thorn, And it hath been for the sending forth of ox, And for the treading of sheep!'
4`Thou dost not muzzle an ox in its threshing.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
3In the day that keepers of the house tremble, And men of strength have bowed themselves, And grinders have ceased, because they have become few. And those looking out at the windows have become dim,
5and in those times there is no peace to him who is going out, and to him who is coming in, for many troubles `are' on all the inhabitants of the lands,
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
28Bread-`corn' is beaten small, For not for ever doth he sorely thresh it, Nor crushed `it' hath a wheel of his cart, Nor do his hoofs beat it small.
17Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.
10By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness `are' in its midst,
14At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This `is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
23Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,
11And our adversaries say, `They do not know, nor see, till that we come in to their midst, and have slain them, and caused the work to cease.'
12that ye may walk becomingly unto those without, and may have lack of nothing.
2Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!
10It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
11A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
27There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It doth not slumber, nor sleep, Nor opened hath been the girdle of its loins, Nor drawn away the latchet of its sandals.
12Jehovah also giveth that which is good, And our land doth give its increase.
14Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.
23And He hath given rain `for' thy seed, With which thou dost sow the ground, And bread, the increase of the ground, And it hath been fat and plenteous, Enjoy do thy cattle in that day an enlarged pasture.
24And the oxen and the young asses serving the ground, Fermented provender do eat, That one is winnowing with shovel and fan.
18Lest Jehovah see, and `it be' evil in His eyes, And He hath turned from off him His anger.
18And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
25Go not forth to the field, And in the way walk not, For a sword hath the enemy, fear `is' round about.
24And it hath been, if ye certainly hearken unto Me, An affirmation of Jehovah, So as not to bring in a burden By the gates of this city on the day of rest, And to sanctify the day of rest, So as not to do in it any work --
7Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,
15and the men `are' very good to us, and have not put us to shame, and we have not looked after anything all the days we have gone up and down with them, in our being in the field;
16a wall they have been unto us both by night and by day, all the days of our being with them, feeding the flock.
4Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!
14Satisfy us at morn `with' Thy kindness, And we sing and rejoice all our days.
2The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently away, Yea, they do evil.
20`Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'
10Lest strangers be filled `with' thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,
7And give not silence to Him, Till He establish, and till He make Jerusalem A praise in the earth.
15They -- they wander for food, If they are not satisfied -- then they murmur.