39 Bible Verses about crushes

Howbeit, the God of peace, will crush Satan under your feet shortly. The favour of our Lord Jesus, be with you.

That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!

And, in the days of those kings, shall the God of the heavens, set up, a kingdom which, to the ages, shall not be destroyed, and, the kingdom, to another people, shall not be left, - it shall break in pieces and make an end of all these kingdoms, but, itself, shall stand to the ages.

What right have ye to crush my people, And the faces of the oppressed, to grind? Demandeth My Lord Yahweh of hosts - And Yahweh saith -

Neither he that hath been mutilated by crushing, nor he that hath had his privy member cut off, shall enter into the convocation of Yahweh.

Yet, Yahweh, purposed to bruise him, He laid on him sickness: - If his soul become an offering for guilt, He shall see a seed, He shall prolong his days, - And the purpose of Yahweh, in his hand, shall prosper:

A joyful heart, maketh a pleasing countenance, - but, in sorrow of heart, is a stricken spirit.

And, he that falleth on this stone, will be sorely bruised; but, on whomsoever it may fall, it will utterly destroy him.

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.

Thou, didst crush the heads of the Sea-Monster, Thou didst give him to be food, for the people of the deserts;

How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

And I will shatter, from before him, his adversaries, And, them who hate him, will I smite;

Bread-corn, must be crushed, - Yet would he not be evermore, threshing, it, So he hasteneth over it the wheel of his cart, with his horsemen, He crusheth it not!

Lo! I, am pressed under you, - as a full cart is pressed by its sheaves,

May he, Vindicate the oppressed of the people, Bring deliverance to the children of the needy, and, Crush the oppressor.

A false tongue, hateth them who are crushed by it, and, a flattering mouth, worketh occasion of stumbling.

And, the fourth kingdom, shall be hard as iron, - in like manner as iron breaketh in pieces and crusheth all things, - even as iron which bringeth to ruins all these, shall it break in pieces and bring to ruins.

Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:

To crush, under his feet, any of the prisoners of the earth;

For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.

Thy people, O Yahweh, they will crush, And, thine inheritance, tread down;

And a certain woman cast an upper millstone upon the head of Abimelech, - and brake in pieces his skull.

For, with a tempest, would he fall upon me, and would multiply my wounds without need;

I crushed them, and they were unable to rise, They fell under my feet.

Then did I beat them in pieces, like the dust of the earth, - like the clay of the lanes, did I crush them, stamp them down.

Then did I beat them in pieces, like dust on the face of the wind. Like the mire in the lanes, did I scatter them.

Every one who falleth on that stone, will be sorely bruised, but, on whomsoever it shall fall, it will utterly destroy him.

Do not rob the poor, because he is poor, neither crush thou the oppressed in the gate;

Is not my word, like this, Like fire? Demandeth Yahweh, - And like a hammer, that breaketh in pieces a cliff?

Thy right hand, O Yahweh is splendid in power, - Thy right hand, O Yahweh dasheth in pieces a foe;

Gentleness of the tongue, is a tree of life, but, crookedness therein, a grievous wound in the spirit.

And enmity, will I put between thee, and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed, - He shall crush thy head, but, thou, shalt crush his heel.

For, by thee, I ran through a troop, and, by my God, I leapt over a wall.

And when the ass saw the messenger of Yahweh, she squeezed herself against the wall, and squeezed the foot of Balaam against the wall, - and again he smote her.

A joyful heart, worketh an excellent cure, - but, a stricken spirit, drieth up the bone.

How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words?

Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;

I pursued my foes, and destroyed them, - and returned not, till they were consumed;