Deuteronomy 33:11
Bless, Lord, his substance, and accept the work of his hands: smite through the loins of them that rise against him, and of them that hate him, that they rise not again.
Context
This verse from Deuteronomy Chapter 33 connects to 10 cross-references. Moses blesses each tribe with individual oracular poetry before his death, similar in structure to Jacob's blessings in Genesis 49; notable blessings include Levi's priestly role, Joseph's flourishing, and Judah's leadership. The book concludes with a poem about the incomparability …
Other Translations
Bless, Jehovah, his substance, And accept the work of his hands: Smite through the loins of them that rise up against him, And of them that hate him, that they rise not again.
Bless, O Jehovah, his strength, And the work of his hands Thou acceptest, Smite the loins of his withstanders, And of those hating him--that they rise not!
Let your blessing, O Lord, be on his substance, may the work of his hands be pleasing to you: may those who take up arms against him and all who have hate for him, be wounded through the heart, never to be lifted up again.
Cross References
And the Lord spake unto Aaron, Behold, I also have given thee the charge of mine heave offerings of all …
And the Lord spake unto Aaron, Thou shalt have no inheritance in their land, neither shalt thou have any part …
Command the children of Israel, that they give unto the Levites of the inheritance of their possession cities to dwell …
And the cities which ye shall give shall be of the possession of the children of Israel: from them that …
The priests the Levites, and all the tribe of Levi, shall have no part nor inheritance with Israel: they shall …
For the Lord thy God hath chosen him out of all thy tribes, to stand to minister in the name …
All these things did Araunah, as a king, give unto the king. And Araunah said unto the king, The Lord …
Remember all thy offerings, and accept thy burnt sacrifice; Selah.
That make a man an offender for a word, and lay a snare for him that reproveth in the gate, …
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to …