H9023–הוּ–hu

Is their `any' number to His troops? And on whom ariseth not His light?

לִגְדוּדָ֑יו (ו) v “his”אוֹרֵֽהוּ׃ (הוּ) hu “his”

Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.

בְעֵינָֽיו׃ (ו) v “his”

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

בְּעָבָ֑יו (ו) v “his”

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

עֲנָנֽוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

מִגַּעֲרָתֽוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

בְּ֭כֹחוֹ (וֹ) o “his”וּ֝בִתְבוּנָת֗וֹ (וֹ) v “his”

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

בְּ֭רוּחוֹ (וֹ) o “his”יָ֝ד֗וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

Lo, these `are' the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

דְּרָכָ֗יו (ו) v “his”גְּ֝בוּרוֹתָ֗יו (ו) v “his”

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

מְשָׁל֗וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

נַפְשֽׁוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

הַֽ֭צַעֲקָתוֹ (וֹ) o “his”

If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.

בָנָ֣יו (ו) v “his”וְ֝צֶאֱצָאָ֗יו (ו) v “his”

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

שְׂ֭רִידָיו (ו) v “his”וְ֝אַלְמְנֹתָ֗יו (ו) v “his”

He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

בֵּית֑וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

עֵינָ֖יו (ו) v “his”

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

מִמְּקֹמֽוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

מִ֝יָּד֗וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

מִמְּקֹמֽוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

יָד֑וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.

עֵינֽוֹ׃ (וֹ) o “his”

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

מְשָׁל֗וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.

נֵ֭רוֹ (וֹ) o “his”לְ֝אוֹרוֹ (וֹ) o “his”

And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.

וּ֝מִשִּׁנָּ֗יו (ו) v “his”

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

בְּ֝פִיד֗וֹ (וֹ) o “his”

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

חֲלָצָ֑יו (ו) v “his”