OT-POET.filter - rotherham rows:

rotherham@Job:6:4 @ For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.

rotherham@Job:21:17 @ How oft, the lamp of the lawless, goeth out, and their calamity, cometh upon them, Sorrows, apportioneth he in his anger;

rotherham@Job:39:10 @ Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so thatwith the ridgeshall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?

rotherham@Psalms:7:13 @ But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:

rotherham@Psalms:18:14 @ And he sent forth his arrows and scattered them, yea, lightnings, he shot out, and confused them.

rotherham@Psalms:38:2 @ For, thine arrows, have sunk down into me, and thy hand, presseth heavily upon me.

rotherham@Psalms:45:5 @ Thine arrows, are sharp Peoples, under thee, fall! In the heart of the foes of the king.

rotherham@Psalms:57:4 @ My soul, is in the midst of lions, I lie down amidst flames, As for the sons of men, Their teeth, are spear and arrows, And, their tongue, is a sharp sword.

rotherham@Psalms:65:10 @ The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.

rotherham@Psalms:76:3 @ There, hath he broken in pieces the arrows of the bow, shield and sword, and battle. Selah.

rotherham@Psalms:77:17 @ The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;

rotherham@Psalms:80:13 @ The boar out of the forest, browseth upon it, And, the wild beast of the field, pastureth thereon.

rotherham@Psalms:120:4 @ The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

rotherham@Psalms:127:4 @ As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

rotherham@Psalms:144:6 @ Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:

rotherham@Proverbs:26:18 @ As a madman throwing firebrands, arrows and death,

rotherham@Songs:1:10 @ Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.

rotherham@Songs:1:11 @ THEY Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.