Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave?

If one assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?

Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water?

Of a truth I know that it is so: But how can man be just with God?

Behold, he seizeth the prey , who can hinder him? Who will say unto him, What doest thou?

Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

If he pass through, and shut up, And all unto judgment, then who can hinder him?

Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again; He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Should he reason with unprofitable talk, Or with speeches wherewith he can do no good?

Can a man be profitable unto God? Surely he that is wise is profitable unto himself.

And thou sayest, What doth God know? Can he judge through the thick darkness?

Who said unto God, Depart from us; And, What can the Almighty do for us?

But he is in one mind , and who can turn him? And what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?

For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.

If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?

When he giveth quietness, who then can condemn? And when he hideth his face, who then can behold him? Alike whether it be done unto a nation, or unto a man:

Who hath enjoined him his way? Or who can say, Thou hast wrought unrighteousness?

Yea, can any understand the spreadings of the clouds, The thunderings of his pavilion?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven,

Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee.

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

I know that thou canst do all things, And that no purpose of thine can be restrained.