Psalms 7:12
If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,
If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,
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13Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.
14Lo, he travaileth `with' iniquity, And he hath conceived perverseness, And hath brought forth falsehood.
15A pit he hath prepared, and he diggeth it, And he falleth into a ditch 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.
11God `is' a righteous judge, And He is not angry at all times.
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.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
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.
41If I have sharpened the brightness of My sword, And My hand doth lay hold on judgment, I turn back vengeance to Mine adversaries, And to those hating Me -- I repay!
12For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
3Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
2And He also `is' wise, and bringeth in evil, And His words He hath not turned aside, And He hath risen against a house of evil doers, And against the help of workers of iniquity.
13God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
7And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
22He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
29A wicked man hath hardened by his face, And the upright -- he prepareth his way.
7And he -- he thinketh not so, And his heart reckoneth not so, For -- to destroy `is' in his heart, And to cut off nations not a few.
12The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.
4He 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.
18Lest Jehovah see, and `it be' evil in His eyes, And He hath turned from off him His anger.
22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
4Iniquity he deviseth on his bed, He stationeth himself on a way not good, Evil he doth not refuse.'
23I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.
11Then passed on hath the spirit, Yea, he doth transgress, And doth ascribe this his power to his god.
10So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
11And he giveth it for polishing, For laying hold of by the hand. It is sharpened -- the sword -- and polished, To give it into the hand of a slayer.
28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
1A man often reproved, hardening the neck, Is suddenly broken, and there is no healing.
11If `from' delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.
20`And if in hatred he thrust him through, or hath cast `anything' at him by lying in wait, and he dieth;
5Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:
26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
17For the iniquity of his dishonest gain, I have been wroth, and I smite him, Hiding -- and am wroth, And he goeth on turning back in the way of his heart.
20He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
13as to him who hath not laid wait, and God hath brought to his hand, I have even set for thee a place whither he doth flee.
7If thus he say: Good; peace `is' for thy servant; and if it be very displeasing to him -- know that the evil hath been determined by him;
6For they have drawn near, As an oven `is' their heart, In their lying in wait all the night sleep doth their baker, Morning! he is burning as a flaming fire.
34For jealousy `is' the fury of a man, And he doth not spare in a day of vengeance.
19A man of great wrath is bearing punishment, For, if thou dost deliver, yet again thou dost add.