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In addition to all of these, hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil.
Take your bow and a quiver full of arrows, and go out into the open country to hunt some wild game for me.
No hand may touch the person or animal that crosses the boundary; instead, stone them or shoot them with arrows. They must be put to death.’ However, when the ram’s horn sounds a long blast, then the people may go up on the mountain.”
God brought them out of Egypt; for them he is as strong as a wild ox. He devours all the nations that oppose him, breaking their bones in pieces, shooting them with arrows.
I will heap disasters upon them and shoot them down with my arrows.
I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword will devour flesh — the blood of the slaughtered and the captives, and the heads of the enemy leaders.”’
I will come out and shoot three arrows to the side of the stone pile as though I were shooting at a target.
Then I will send a boy to bring the arrows back. If you hear me tell him, ‘They’re on this side,’ then you will know, as surely as the LORD lives, that all is well, and there is no trouble.
But if I tell him, ‘Go farther — the arrows are still ahead of you,’ then it will mean that you must leave immediately, for the LORD is sending you away.
The next morning, as agreed, Jonathan went out into the field and took a young boy with him to gather his arrows.
“Start running,” he told the boy, “so you can find the arrows as I shoot them.” So the boy ran, and Jonathan shot an arrow beyond him.
Hurry, hurry, don’t wait.” So the boy quickly gathered up the arrows and ran back to his master.
Then Jonathan gave his bow and arrows to the boy and told him to take them back to town.
the archers on the wall shot arrows at us. Some of the king’s men were killed, including Uriah the Hittite.”
He shot arrows and scattered his enemies; his lightning flashed, and they were confused.
Elisha told him, “Get a bow and some arrows.” And the king did as he was told.
Then he said, “Now pick up the other arrows and strike them against the ground.” So the king picked them up and struck the ground three times.
All of them were expert archers, and they could shoot arrows or sling stones with their left hand as well as their right. They were all relatives of Saul from the tribe of Benjamin.
And he built structures on the walls of Jerusalem, designed by experts to protect those who shot arrows and hurled large stones from the towers and the corners of the wall. His fame spread far and wide, for the LORD gave him marvelous help, and he became very powerful.
But the enemy archers hit King Josiah with their arrows and wounded him. He cried out to his men, “Take me from the battle, for I am badly wounded!”
For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God’s terrors are lined up against me.
and now his archers surround me. His arrows pierce me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood.
The arrows rattle against it, and the spear and javelin flash.
Arrows cannot make it flee. Stones shot from a sling are like bits of grass.
He will prepare his deadly weapons and shoot his flaming arrows.
The wicked are stringing their bows and fitting their arrows on the bowstrings. They shoot from the shadows at those whose hearts are right.
He shot his arrows and scattered his enemies; great bolts of lightning flashed, and they were confused.
For they will turn and run when they see your arrows aimed at them.
Your arrows have struck deep, and your blows are crushing me.
Your arrows are sharp, piercing your enemies’ hearts. The nations fall beneath your feet.
I am surrounded by fierce lions who greedily devour human prey — whose teeth pierce like spears and arrows, and whose tongues cut like swords.
They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows.
But God himself will shoot them with his arrows, suddenly striking them down.
There he has broken the fiery arrows of the enemy, the shields and swords and weapons of war. Interlude
The clouds poured down rain; the thunder rumbled in the sky. Your arrows of lightning flashed.
You will be pierced with sharp arrows and burned with glowing coals.
Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.
Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
Their arrows will be sharp and their bows ready for battle. Sparks will fly from their horses’ hooves, and the wheels of their chariots will spin like a whirlwind.
The attacking armies will shoot down the young men with arrows. They will have no mercy on helpless babies and will show no compassion for children.”
For their tongues shoot lies like poisoned arrows. They speak friendly words to their neighbors while scheming in their heart to kill them.
For I am raising up an army of great nations from the north. They will join forces to attack Babylon, and she will be captured. The enemies’ arrows will go straight to the mark; they will not miss!
“Yes, prepare to attack Babylon, all you surrounding nations. Let your archers shoot at her; spare no arrows. For she has sinned against the LORD.
Sharpen the arrows! Lift up the shields! For the LORD has inspired the kings of the Medes to march against Babylon and destroy her. This is his vengeance against those who desecrated his Temple.
He has drawn his bow and made me the target for his arrows.
He shot his arrows deep into my heart.
“I will shower you with the deadly arrows of famine to destroy you. The famine will become more and more severe until every crumb of food is gone.
The king of Babylon now stands at the fork, uncertain whether to attack Jerusalem or Rabbah. He calls his magicians to look for omens. They cast lots by shaking arrows from the quiver. They inspect the livers of animal sacrifices.
I will knock the bow from your left hand and the arrows from your right hand, and I will leave you helpless.
“Then the people in the towns of Israel will go out and pick up your small and large shields, bows and arrows, javelins and spears, and they will use them for fuel. There will be enough to last them seven years!
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