Job 41:26
The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
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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.
24With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
29As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
8Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
14And perished hath refuge from the swift, And the strong strengtheneth not his power, And the mighty delivereth not his soul.
15And the handler of the bow standeth not, And the swift with his feet delivereth not `himself', And the rider of the horse delivereth not his soul.
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.
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
18His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
6and a frontlet of brass `is' on his feet, and a javelin of brass between his shoulders,
7and the wood of his spear `is' like a beam of weavers', and the flame of his spear `is' six hundred shekels of iron, and the bearer of the buckler is going before him.
3There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.
7And the man who cometh against them Is filled with iron and the staff of a spear, And with fire they are utterly burnt In the cessation.'
16The king is not saved by the multitude of a force. A mighty man is not delivered, By abundance of power.
37And they have stumbled one on another, as from the face of a sword, and there is none pursuing, and ye have no standing before your enemies,
8And each his brother they press not, Each in his way they go on, If by the missile they fall, they are not cut off.
8And fallen hath Asshur by sword, not of the high, Yea, a sword -- not of the low, doth consume him, And he hath fled for himself from the face of a sword, And his young men become tributary.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
3And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcases, Yea, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies.
6For, not in my bow do I trust, And my sword doth not save me.
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
39And David girded his sword above his long robe, and beginneth to go, for he hath not tried `it'; and David saith unto Saul, `I am not able to go with these, for I had not tried;' and David turneth them aside from off him.
34Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
4Gird the horses, and go up, ye horsemen, And station yourselves with helmets, Polish the javelins, put on the coats of mail.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
22He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched `is' he for the sword.
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.
9And a battering-ram before him he placeth against thy walls, And thy towers he breaketh by his weapons.
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.
36A sword `is' on the princes, And they have become foolish; A sword `is' on her mighty ones, And they have been broken down;
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
8All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
18He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
15-- Doth the axe glorify itself Against him who is hewing with it? Doth the saw magnify itself Against him who is shaking it? As a rod waving those lifting it up! As a staff lifting up that which is not wood!
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
12If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,
12Doth one break iron -- northern iron, and brass?