But ¹  those tenants ²  seized his slave, ³  beat him, ⁴  and sent him away empty-handed. ⁵ 

But the tenants seized his slaves, beat one, ¹  killed another, and stoned another.

and he begins to beat his fellow slaves and to eat and drink with drunkards,

I grind them as fine windblown dust; ¹  I beat them underfoot ²  like clay ³  in the streets.

Mourn over the field, ¹  over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!

Beat your plowshares ¹  into swords, and your pruning hooks ²  into spears! ³  Let the weak say, ‘I too am a warrior!’ ⁴ 

So ¹  he sent another slave. They beat this one too, treated him outrageously, and sent him away empty-handed. ² 

Now ¹  the men who were holding Jesus ²  under guard began to mock him and beat him.

The rain fell, the flood came, and the winds beat against that house, and it collapsed; it was utterly destroyed!” ¹ 

So they all seized Sosthenes, the president of the synagogue, ¹  and began to beat ²  him in front of the judgment seat. ³  Yet none of these things were of any concern ⁴  to Gallio.

I replied, ¹  ‘Lord, they themselves know that I imprisoned and beat those in the various synagogues ²  who believed in you.

The horses’ ¹  hooves pounded the ground; ²  the stallions galloped madly. ³ 

I will crush his enemies before him; I will strike down those who hate him.

So she gathered grain in the field until evening. When she threshed ¹  what she had gathered, it came to about thirty pounds ²  of barley!

When harvest time came, he sent a slave ¹  to the tenants so that they would give ²  him his portion of the crop. ³  However, the tenants beat his slave ⁴  and sent him away empty-handed.

He sent another, and that one they killed. This happened to many others, some of whom were beaten, others killed.

I grind them as fine as the dust of the ground; I crush them and stomp on them like clay ¹  in the streets.

You are to beat some of it very fine and put some of it before the ark of the testimony in the tent of meeting where I will meet with you; it is to be most holy to you.

When you beat your olive tree you must not repeat the procedure; ¹  the remaining olives belong to the resident foreigner, orphan, and widow.

You will say, ¹  “They have struck me, but I am not harmed! They beat me, but I did not know it! ²  When will I awake? I will look for another drink.” ³