If you can do that, then I myself will praise you, because you are strong enough to save yourself.
Bury them all in the dirt together; cover their faces in the grave.
“Look at Behemoth, which I made just as I made you. It eats grass like an ox.
It wasn’t their swords that took the land. It wasn’t their power that gave them victory. But it was your great power and strength. You were with them because you loved them.
I don’t trust my bow to help me, and my sword can’t save me.
He gives strength to those who are tired and more power to those who are weak.
When we were unable to help ourselves, at the right time, Christ died for us, although we were living against God.