Vous avez cherché: troop of lions (Anglais - Afrikaans)

pride of lions
pride of lions

a group of lions
group of lions in afrikaans

characteristics of lions in afrikaans
kenmerke van leeus in afrikaans

troops of sky
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and they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions.
en hulle het hare gehad soos vrouehare, en hulle tande was soos dié van leeus.

a story of lion and the elephant
'n verhaal van leeu en die olifant

and three of the thirty chief went down, and came to david in the harvest time unto the cave of adullam: and the troop of the philistines pitched in the valley of rephaim.
en drie van die dertig hoofde het afgetrek en teen die oestyd by dawid by die spelonk van adúllam aangekom, terwyl 'n hoop filistyne in die laer staan in die dal refáim.

the troops of tema looked, the companies of sheba waited for them.
die karavane van tema het uitgekyk, die reisigers van skeba het daarop gewag.

when i would have healed israel, then the iniquity of ephraim was discovered, and the wickedness of samaria: for they commit falsehood; and the thief cometh in, and the troop of robbers spoileth without.
terwyl ek israel genees, word die ongeregtigheid van efraim openbaar en die booshede van samaría; want hulle pleeg bedrog en die dief breek in en 'n rowerbende plunder op die straat.

and of the gadites there separated themselves unto david into the hold to the wilderness men of might, and men of war fit for the battle, that could handle shield and buckler, whose faces were like the faces of lions, and were as swift as the roes upon the mountains;
ook van die gadiete het hulle afgeskei na dawid, na die bergvesting in die woestyn, dapper manne, krygsmanne in die oorlog, toegerus met skild en spies, en hulle gesigte was leeugesigte en hulle was vinnig soos gemsbokke op die berge:

and as troops of robbers wait for a man, so the company of priests murder in the way by consent: for they commit lewdness.
en soos 'n rower op die loer lê, loer 'n priesterbende; hulle pleeg moord op die pad na sigem, ja, hulle het skandelike dade gedoen.

“rise and shine. 6am and your hand can’t make it to the alarm clock before the voices in your head start telling you that it’s too early, too dark, and too cold to get out of a bed. aching muscles lie still in rebellion, pretending not to hear your brain commanding them to move a legion of voices are shouting their unanimous permission for you to hit the snooze button and go back to dreamland, but you didn’t ask their opinion. the voice you’ve chosen to listen to is one of defiance. a voice that’s says there was a reason you set that alarm in the first place. so sit up, put your feet on the floor, and don’t look back because we’ve got work to do. welcome to the grind! for what is each day but a series of conflicts between the right way and the easy way, 10,000 streams fan out like a river delta before you, each one promising the path of least resistance. thing is, you’re headed upstream. and when you make that choice, when you decide to turn your back on what’s comfortable and what’s safe and what some would call “common sense”, well that’s day 1. from there it only gets tougher. so just make sure this is something you want. because the easy way out will always be there, ready to wash you away, all you have to do is pick up your feet. but you aren’t going to are you? with each step comes the decision to take another you’re on your way now but this is no time to dwell on how far you’ve come. you’re in a fight against an opponent you can’t see oh but you can feel him on your heels can’t you? feel him breathing down your neck you know what that is? that’s you…your fears, your doubts and insecurities all lined up like a firing squad ready to shoot you out of the sky but don’t lose heart while they aren’t easily defeated, they are far from invincible remember this is the grind the battle royale between you and your mind, your body and the devil on your shoulder who’s telling you that this is just a game, this is just a waste of time, your opponents are stronger than you. drown out the voice of uncertainty with the sound of your own heartbeat burn away your self doubt with the fire that’s beneath you remember what you’re fighting for and never forget that momentum is a cruel mistress, she can turn on a dime with the smallest mistake. she is ever searching for that weak place in your armor that one tiny thing you forgot to prepare for so as long as the devil is hiding the details, the question remains,”is that all you got?”, “are you sure?” and when the answer is “yes”. that you’ve done all you can to prepare yourself for battle then it’s time to go forth and boldly face your enemy, the enemy within only now you must take that fight into the open, into hostile territory you’re a lion in a field of lions all hunting the same elusive prey with a desperate starvation that says victory is the only thing that can keep you alive so believe that voice that says ” you can run a little faster ” and that ” you can throw a little harder ” and that ” you can dive a little deeper” and that, for you, the laws of physics are merely a suggestion. luck is the last dying wish of those who wanna believe that winning can happen by accident, sweat on the other hand is for those who know it’s a choice, so decide now because destiny waits for no man. and when your time comes and a thousand different voices are trying to tell you you’re not ready for it, listen instead for that lone voice in decent the one that says you are ready, you are prepared, it’s all up to you now. so rise and shine.”
mo