Trouvé 1403 Résultats pour: Lin
Exultantly he paws the soil of the valley, and charges the battle-line in all his strength. (Job 39, 21)
On his back the quiver rattles, the flashing spear and javelin. (Job 39, 23)
Trembling with impatience, he eats up the miles; when the trumpet sounds, there is no holding him. (Job 39, 24)
His nostrils belch smoke like a cauldron boiling on the fire. (Job 41, 12)
Sword may strike but will not stick in him, no more will spear, javelin or lance. (Job 41, 18)
No arrow can make him flee, a sling-stone tickles him like hay. (Job 41, 20)
Club seems to him like straw, he laughs at the whirring javelin. (Job 41, 21)
with trembling kiss his feet, lest he be angry and your way come to nothing, for his fury flares up in a moment. How blessed are all who take refuge in him! (Psalms 2, 12)
The measuring-line marks out for me a delightful place, my birthright is all I could wish. (Psalms 16, 6)
foreigners grow faint of heart, they come trembling out of their fastnesses. (Psalms 18, 45)
But who can detect his own failings? Wash away my hidden faults. (Psalms 19, 12)
For the king puts his trust in Yahweh; the faithful love of the Most High will keep him from falling. (Psalms 21, 7)
