Bible Verses About War: Evils of

Then Avner called out to Yo'av, "Must the sword go on devouring forever? Don't you know that in the end it can produce only bitterness? How long will it be, then, before you tell the people to quit pursuing their brothers?"

Come and see the works of ADONAI, the astounding deeds he has done on the earth.

A psalm of Asaf: God, the pagans have entered your heritage. They have defiled your holy temple and turned Yerushalayim into rubble.

They have given the corpses of your servants as food for the birds in the air, yes, the flesh of those faithful to you for the wild animals of the earth.

All around Yerushalayim they have shed their blood like water, and no one is left to bury them.

A blessing on anyone who seizes your babies and smashes them against a rock!

People will oppress each other - everyone his friend, everyone his neighbor. The young will be insolent toward their elders, the insignificant arrogant toward the respected.

Your men will fall by the sword and your warriors in battle.

Her gates will lament and mourn; ravaged, she will sit on the ground.

They will roar like lions - yes, roaring like young lions, they growl and seize the prey and carry it off, with no one to rescue.

On that day they will growl at them, like the sea when it growls - and when one looks toward land, one sees darkness closing in; the light is dissipated in the obscuring overcast.

I asked, "Adonai, how long?" and he answered, "Until cities become uninhabited ruins, houses without human presence, the land utterly wasted;

until ADONAI drives the people far away, and the land is one vast desolation.

For all the boots of soldiers marching and every cloak rolled in blood is destined for burning, fuel for the fire.

The anger of ADONAI-Tzva'ot is burning up the land; the people, too, are fuel for the fire - no one spares even his brother.

The one on the right grabs but stays hungry, the one on the left eats but is unfilled. Everyone devours his own arm's flesh

M'nasheh devours Efrayim; and Efrayim, M'nasheh; while together they oppose Y'hudah. Even after all this, his anger remains, his upraised hand still threatens.

Anyone found will be pierced through; anyone caught will fall by the sword,

their babies dashed to pieces before their eyes, their houses looted, their wives raped.

This is a prophecy about Mo'av: The night 'Ar is sacked, Mo'av is ruined. The night Kir is sacked, Mo'av is ruined.

He went up to the temple, to Dibon and to the high places, to weep. On N'vo and Meidva Mo'av is howling, every head shaved bald, every beard cut off.

In the streets they wear sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone howls and weeps profusely.

Heshbon and El'aleh cry out, they are heard as far as Yachatz. Mo'av's best troops cry aloud, as their courage faints away.

My heart cries out for Mo'av! Its fugitives flee to Tzo'ar, a calf three years old. They ascend the slope of Luchit, weeping as they go; on their way to Horonayim, they utter heartrending cries.

The waters of Nimrim are desolate, the grass is dried up, the new growth fails, nothing green is left.