3374 verses about Strength

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.

From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

Lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed against him”; Lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.

I have set Yahweh always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.

I love you, Yahweh, my strength.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

I call on Yahweh, who is worthy to be praised; and I am saved from my enemies.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

Then the earth shook and trembled. The foundations also of the mountains quaked and were shaken, because he was angry.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.

He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.

At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, hailstones and coals of fire.

He sent out his arrows, and scattered them; Yes, great lightning bolts, and routed them.

He sent from on high. He took me. He drew me out of many waters.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me; for they were too mighty for me.

They came on me in the day of my calamity, but Yahweh was my support.

He brought me out also into a large place. He delivered me, because he delighted in me.

For you will light my lamp, Yahweh. My God will light up my darkness.

For by you, I advance through a troop. By my God, I leap over a wall.

For who is God, except Yahweh? Who is a rock, besides our God,

the God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect?

He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and sets me on my high places.

He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of bronze.

You have also given me the shield of your salvation. Your right hand sustains me. Your gentleness has made me great.

You have enlarged my steps under me, My feet have not slipped.

I will pursue my enemies, and overtake them. Neither will I turn again until they are consumed.

I will strike them through, so that they will not be able to rise. They shall fall under my feet.

For you have armed me with strength to the battle. You have subdued under me those who rose up against me.

You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, that I might cut off those who hate me.

Then I beat them small as the dust before the wind. I cast them out as the mire of the streets.

You have delivered me from the strivings of the people. You have made me the head of the nations. A people whom I have not known shall serve me.

As soon as they hear of me they shall obey me. The foreigners shall submit themselves to me.

Yahweh lives; and blessed be my rock. Exalted be the God of my salvation,

even the God who executes vengeance for me, and subdues peoples under me.

He rescues me from my enemies. Yes, you lift me up above those who rise up against me. You deliver me from the violent man.

which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room, like a strong man rejoicing to run his course.

May Yahweh answer you in the day of trouble. May the name of the God of Jacob set you up on high,

send you help from the sanctuary, grant you support from Zion,

We will triumph in your salvation. In the name of our God, we will set up our banners. May Yahweh grant all your requests.

Now I know that Yahweh saves his anointed. He will answer him from his holy heaven, with the saving strength of his right hand.

Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, but we trust the name of Yahweh our God.

They are bowed down and fallen, but we rise up, and stand upright.

The king rejoices in your strength, Yahweh! How greatly he rejoices in your salvation!

For the king trusts in Yahweh. Through the loving kindness of the Most High, he shall not be moved.

Be exalted, Yahweh, in your strength, so we will sing and praise your power.

But don’t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.

Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over.

Who is the King of glory? Yahweh strong and mighty, Yahweh mighty in battle.

Who is this King of glory? Yahweh of Armies is the King of glory! Selah.

My God, I have trusted in you. Don’t let me be shamed. Don’t let my enemies triumph over me.