Psalms 76:5
Spoiled themselves have the mighty of heart, They have slept their sleep, And none of the men of might found their hands.
Spoiled themselves have the mighty of heart, They have slept their sleep, And none of the men of might found their hands.
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6From Thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both rider and horse have been fast asleep.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
16For they sleep not if they do not evil, And their sleep hath been taken violently away, If they cause not `some' to stumble.
4Bright `art' Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
14And perished hath refuge from the swift, And the strong strengtheneth not his power, And the mighty delivereth not his soul.
4Bows of the mighty are broken, And the stumbling have girded on strength.
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.
28Whose arrows `are' sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
29Its roaring `is' like a lioness, It roareth like young lions, And it howleth, and seizeth prey, And carrieth away safely, and there is none delivering.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
65And the Lord waketh as a sleeper, As a mighty one crying aloud from wine.
12And David taketh the spear, and the cruse of water at the pillow of Saul, and they go away, and there is none seeing, and there is none knowing, and there is none awaking, for all of them are sleeping, for a deep sleep `from' Jehovah hath fallen upon them.
10A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
23Left have been thy ropes, They strengthen not rightly their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then apportioned hath been a prey of much spoil, The lame have taken spoil.
20`In' a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.
18Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
15Wherefore hath thy bull been swept away? He hath not stood, because Jehovah thrust him away.
33A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down.
5There they feared a fear -- there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God hath despised them.
5He doth remember his honourable ones, They stumble in their goings, They hasten `to' its wall, and prepared is the covering.
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.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
16The king is not saved by the multitude of a force. A mighty man is not delivered, By abundance of power.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
5I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
15Then have chiefs of Edom been troubled: Mighty ones of Moab -- Trembling doth seize them! Melted have all inhabitants of Canaan!
30Ceased have the mighty of Babylon to fight, They have remained in strongholds, Failed hath their might, they have become woman, They have burnt her tabernacles, Broken have been her bars.
7Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?
27How have the mighty fallen, Yea, the weapons of war perish!'
30Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble,
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.
40And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
6Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Is become honourable in power; Thy right hand, O Jehovah, Doth crush an enemy.
4And their might `is' firm.
5In the misery of mortals they are not, And with common men they are not plagued.
14How do ye say, We `are' mighty, And men of strength for battle?
12And He humbleth with labour their heart, They have been feeble, and there is no helper.
20As a dream from awakening, O Lord, In awaking, their image Thou despisest.
14At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This `is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
22but when the stronger than he, having come upon `him', may overcome him, his whole-armour he doth take away in which he had trusted, and his spoils he distributeth;
8As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.
10Blind `are' his watchmen -- all of them, They have not known, All of them `are' dumb dogs, they are not able to bark, Dozing, lying down, loving to slumber.
16And the courageous of heart among the mighty, Naked doth flee in that day, An affirmation of Jehovah!
2Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
17All the hands are feeble, and all knees go -- waters.
4Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.
7Lo, his couch, that `is' Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones `are' around it, Of the mighty of Israel,