3374 verses about Strength

“With God is wisdom and might. He has counsel and understanding.

Behold, he breaks down, and it can’t be built again. He imprisons a man, and there can be no release.

With him is strength and wisdom. The deceived and the deceiver are his.

He loosens the bond of kings. He binds their waist with a belt.

He leads priests away stripped, and overthrows the mighty.

He pours contempt on princes, and loosens the belt of the strong.

He uncovers deep things out of darkness, and brings out to light the shadow of death.

yet through the scent of water it will bud, and sprout boughs like a plant.

but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

One dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.

When they cast down, you shall say, ‘be lifted up.’ He will save the humble person.

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.

Yet God preserves the mighty by his power. He rises up who has no assurance of life.

“How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!

He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.

The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?”

Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.

The proud animals have not trodden it, nor has the fierce lion passed by there.

He puts his hand on the flinty rock, and he overturns the mountains by the roots.

when the Almighty was yet with me, and my children were around me,

when my steps were washed with butter, and the rock poured out streams of oil for me,

I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.

My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.

My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.’

I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.

If you can, answer me. Set your words in order before me, and stand up.

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.

His flesh shall be fresher than a child’s. He returns to the days of his youth.

He breaks in pieces mighty men in ways past finding out, and sets others in their place.

“By reason of the multitude of oppressions they cry out. They cry for help by reason of the arm of the mighty.

“Behold, God is mighty, and doesn’t despise anyone. He is mighty in strength of understanding.

Would your wealth sustain you in distress, or all the might of your strength?

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Behold, God is great, and we don’t know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

He covers his hands with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark.

Yes, he loads the thick cloud with moisture. He spreads abroad the cloud of his lightning.

Can you, with him, spread out the sky, which is strong as a cast metal mirror?

Out of the north comes golden splendor. With God is awesome majesty.

Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind,

Brace yourself like a man, for I will question you, then you answer me!

and said, ‘Here you may come, but no further. Here your proud waves shall be stayed?’

From the wicked, their light is withheld. The high arm is broken.

which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?

Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.

“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?

Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.

“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?

Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.

He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.

The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind,

“Now brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.

Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?

“Now deck yourself with excellency and dignity. Array yourself with honor and majesty.

Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.

Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.

The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.

Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn’t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.

Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

“I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be restrained.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.

I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.

Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.