Job 20:24
He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.
He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.
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25He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.
26All darkness is laid up for his treasures. An unfanned fire shall devour him. It shall consume that which is left in his tent.
27The heavens shall reveal his iniquity, The earth shall rise up against him.
22In the fullness of his sufficiency, distress shall overtake him: The hand of everyone who is in misery shall come on him.
23When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath on him. It will rain on him while he is eating.
22He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
23The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
24He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, Neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
26If one lay at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.
28The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
22For it hurls at him, and does not spare, As he flees away from his hand.
24Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
35He teaches my hands to war, So that my arms do bend a bow of brass.
7But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.
15For they fled away from the swords, from the drawn sword, and from the bent bow, and from the heat of battle.
34He teaches my hands to war; So that my arms bend a bow of bronze.
26He runs at him with a stiff neck, With the thick shields of his bucklers;
23Until an arrow strikes through his liver, As a bird hurries to the snare, And doesn't know that it will cost his life.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
11Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.
12His strength shall be famished, Calamity shall be ready at his side.
13The members of his body shall be devoured, The firstborn of death shall devour his members.
12He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
12If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; He has bent and strung his bow.
13He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.
16He shall suck cobra venom. The viper's tongue shall kill him.
20In famine he will redeem you from death; In war, from the power of the sword.
14Yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.
18His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
19He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
7Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
14Flight will perish from the swift; And the strong won't strengthen his force; Neither shall the mighty deliver himself;
15Neither shall he stand who handles the bow; And he who is swift of foot won't escape; Neither shall he who rides the horse deliver himself;
21A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come on him.
22He doesn't believe that he shall return out of darkness, He is waited for by the sword.
14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To kill those who are upright in the way.
15Their sword shall enter into their own heart. Their bows shall be broken.
11It is given to be furbished, that it may be handled: the sword, it is sharpened, yes, it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the killer.
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
30He shall not depart out of darkness; The flame shall dry up his branches, By the breath of God's mouth shall he go away.
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
12Can one break iron, even iron from the north, and brass?
6He had brass shin-armor on his legs, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders.
8He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
9Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, He will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
25Outside shall the sword bereave, In the chambers terror; [It shall destroy] both young man and virgin, The suckling with the man of gray hairs.
4To shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.