Bible Verses About War

Without counsels do a people fall, And deliverance is in a multitude of counsellors.

Purposes by counsel thou dost establish, And with plans make thou war.

A city of the mighty hath the wise gone up, And bringeth down the strength of its confidence.

A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance is of Jehovah!

For by plans thou makest for thyself war, And deliverance is in a multitude of counsellors.

A time to love, And a time to hate. A time of war, And a time of peace.

There is no man ruling over the spirit to restrain the spirit, and there is no authority over the day of death, and there is no discharge in battle, and wickedness delivereth not its possessors.

A little city, and few men in it, and a great king hath come unto it, and hath surrounded it, and hath built against it great bulwarks;

and there hath been found in it a poor wise man, and he hath delivered the city by his wisdom, and men have not remembered that poor man!

And I said, `Better is wisdom than might, and the wisdom of the poor is despised, and his words are not heard.' --

The words of the wise in quiet are heard, More than the cry of a ruler over fools.

Better is wisdom than weapons of conflict, And one sinner destroyeth much good!

All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

Your land is a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!

And He hath judged between the nations, And hath given a decision to many peoples, And they have beat their swords to ploughshares, And their spears to pruning-hooks, Nation doth not lift up sword unto nation, Nor do they learn any more--war.

And the people hath exacted--man upon man, Even a man on his neighbour, Enlarge themselves do the youths against the aged, And the lightly esteemed against the honoured.

For instead of glory, thy men by sword do fall, And thy might in battle.

And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!

Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,

And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it with a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.

What--to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts Is the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.