Psalms 45:5
Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
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3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
4As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
6Thy throne, O God, `is' age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness `Is' the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
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.
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
5The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
5By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,
8Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.
2The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.
6Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
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.
13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
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.
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
38I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
40As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.
3And have smitten thy bow out of thy left hand, Yea, thine arrows out of thy right I cause to fall.
11Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
42Thou hast exalted the right hand of his adversaries, Thou hast caused all his enemies to rejoice.
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
4As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
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.
6Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Is become honourable in power; Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Doth crush an enemy.
7And in the abundance of Thine excellency Thou throwest down Thy withstanders, Thou sendest forth Thy wrath -- It consumeth them as stubble.
3In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
14Thou hast pierced with his staves the head of his leaders, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation `is' as to consume the poor in secret.
9Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, `Pause!' `With' rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
42I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.
28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
7`And ye have pursued your enemies, and they have fallen before you by the sword;
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.
17Poured out waters have thick clouds, The skies have given forth a noise, Also -- Thine arrows go up and down.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
7To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
10Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
9High is thy hand above thine adversaries, And all thine enemies are cut off.
5Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,