כּוַֹח כּוַֹח

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?

Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?

He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?

If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?

Will he plead against me with his great power? No; but he would put strength in me.

He draweth also the mighty with his power: he riseth up, and no man is sure of life.

How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud.

Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

If I have eaten the fruits thereof without money, or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life:

Behold, God is mighty, and despiseth not any: he is mighty in strength and wisdom.

Will he esteem thy riches? no, not gold, nor all the forces of strength.

Behold, God exalteth by his power: who teacheth like him?

Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out: he is excellent in power, and in judgment, and in plenty of justice: he will not afflict.

Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.

Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is full of majesty.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

There is no king saved by the multitude of an host: a mighty man is not delivered by much strength.

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.