How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand how I have erred.

How forceful are right words! but what does your arguing prove?

How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

How long will you speak these things? and how long shall the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?

I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just before God?

How much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him?

How many are my iniquities and sins? make me know my transgression and my sin.

How much more abominable and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

Though I speak, my grief is not relieved: and though I forbear, how am I eased?

How long will it be before you make an end of words? consider, and afterwards we will speak.

How long will you torment my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

How often is the lamp of the wicked put out! and how often comes their destruction upon them! God distributes sorrows in his anger.

How then do you comfort me in vain, seeing in your answers there remains falsehood?

Is not God in the height of heaven? and behold the height of the stars, how high they are!

And you say, How does God know? can he judge through the dark cloud?

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

How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, who is a worm?

How have you helped him that is without power? how save you the arm that has no strength?

How have you counseled him that has no wisdom? and how have you plentifully declared the thing as it is?

Lo, these are only parts of his ways: and how little a whisper is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?

Yea, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom vigor has perished?

For I know not how to give flattery; in so doing my maker would soon take me away.

How much less to him that regards not the persons of princes, nor regards the rich more than the poor? for they all are the work of his hands.

How your garments are warm, when he quiets the earth by the south wind?