"Teach me, and I will hold my peace. Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

Should your boastings make men hold their peace? When you mock, shall no man make you ashamed?

Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.

Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

Mark well, Job, and listen to me. Hold your peace, and I will speak.

If not, listen to me. Hold your peace, and I will teach you wisdom."

"But you are full of the judgment of the wicked. Judgment and justice take hold of you.

After it a voice roars. He thunders with the voice of his majesty. He doesn't hold back anything when his voice is heard.

that it might take hold of the ends of the earth, and shake the wicked out of it?

Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?