Race

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.

Advance, O horses! Race furiously, O chariots! Let the warriors come forth—Cush and Put carrying their shields, men of Lydia drawing the bow.

He summons his nobles; they stumble as they advance. They race to its wall; the protective shield is set in place.

A mixed race will occupy Ashdod, and I will cut off the pride of the Philistines.

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way as to take the prize.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off every encumbrance and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with endurance the race set out for us.