Quotes About Strength

I saw something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong; neither is the bread to the wise, nor the wealth to the intelligent, nor the favor to the skillful. For time and chance happen to all.

There was a small city with few men. A mighty king came against it, surrounded it, and built large siege ramps against it.

And I said, “Wisdom is better than strength, but the wisdom of the poor man is despised, and his words are not heeded.”

If the axe is dull and the blade unsharpened, more strength must be exerted, but skill produces success.

Blessed are you, O land whose king is a son of nobles, and whose princes feast at the proper time—for strength and not for drunkenness.

on the day the keepers of the house tremble and the strong men stoop, when those grinding cease because they are few and those watching through windows see dimly,

I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaohís chariots.

The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

Behold, it is Solomonís carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.

All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.

King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all.

If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.

The strong man will become tinder and his work will be a spark; both will burn together, with no one to quench the flames.

against all the cedars of Lebanon, lofty and lifted up, against all the oaks of Bashan,

against all the tall mountains, against all the high hills,