Psalms 21:12
For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
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11For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
8And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
10Thou causest us to turn backward from an adversary, And those hating us, Have spoiled for themselves.
40And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
41And mine enemies -- Thou givest to me the neck, Those hating me -- and I cut them off.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
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.
40As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.
13Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!
3In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
3And have smitten thy bow out of thy left hand, Yea, thine arrows out of thy right I cause to fall.
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.
17As an east wind I scatter them before an enemy, The neck, and not the face, I shew them, In the day of their calamity.'
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.
14A 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.
15Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
27My terror I send before thee, and I have put to death all the people among whom thou comest, and I have given the neck of all thine enemies unto thee.
17and I have set My face against you, and ye have been smitten before your enemies; and those hating you have ruled over you, and ye have fled, and there is none pursuing you.
40And have caused an assembly to come up against thee, And stoned thee with stones, And thrust thee through with their swords,
9Sons of Ephraim -- armed bearers of bow, Have turned in a day of conflict.
57And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,
3Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.
10let their eyes be darkened -- not to behold, and their back do Thou always bow down.'
25`Jehovah giveth thee smitten before thine enemies; in one way thou goest out unto them, and in seven ways dost flee before them, and thou hast been for a trembling to all kingdoms of the earth;
7`Jehovah giveth thine enemies, who are rising up against thee -- smitten before thy face; in one way they come out unto thee, and in seven ways they flee before thee.
14They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.
16They turn back -- not to the Most High, They have been as a deceitful bow, Fall by sword do their princes, From the insolence of their tongue, This `is' their derision in the land of Egypt!
21Therefore, give up their sons to famine, And cause them to run on the sides of the sword, And their wives are bereaved and widows, And their men are slain by death, Their young men smitten by sword in battle,
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
23And Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast known, All their counsel against me `is' for death, Thou dost not cover over their iniquity, Nor their sin from before Thee blottest out, And they are made to stumble before Thee, In the time of Thine anger work against them!
23I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.
3Let not the treader tread his bow, Nor lift himself up in his coat of mail, Nor have ye pity on her young men, Devote ye to destruction all her host.
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
7And a company of peoples compass Thee, And over it on high turn Thou back,
11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
7`And ye have pursued your enemies, and they have fallen before you by the sword;
15For from the face of destructions they fled, From the face of a stretched-out sword, And from the face of a trodden bow, And from the face of the grievousness of battle.
16Take possession of the right, place thyself at the left, Whither thy face is appointed.
20`And I shoot three of the arrows at the side, sending out for myself at a mark;
14Set yourselves in array against Babylon round about, All ye treading a bow, Shoot at her, have no pity on the arrow, For against Jehovah she hath sinned.