'Doth' in the Bible

Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.

For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.

To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.

The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where is he?'

The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

He is giving back what he laboured for, And doth not consume it; As a bulwark is his exchange, and he exults not.

For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.

Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.

His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

Because of thy reverence Doth He reason with thee? He entereth with thee into judgment:

Therefore round about thee are snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.

Or darkness -- thou dost not see, And abundance of waters doth cover thee.

And thou sayest, How doth God know? can he judge through the dark cloud?

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

Is not he who rose against us destroyed, and doth not the fire consume his residue?

Thou dost make supplication unto Him, And He doth hear thee, And thy vows thou completest.

I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.

In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth it in me.

There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.

On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

For He doth complete my portion, And many such things are with Him.

Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.

At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so doth the grave those which have sinned.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of nothing my word?

Is there any number of his armies? and upon whom doth not his light arise?

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.

And the wisdom -- whence doth it come? And where is this, the place of understanding?

For He to the ends of the earth doth look, Under the whole heavens He doth see,

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,

I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?

If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to deceit,

He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

For a fire it is, to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.

For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'

For once doth God speak, and twice, (He doth not behold it.)

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

Then He doth favour him and saith, 'Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.'

Lo, all these doth God work, Twice -- thrice with man,

For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.

For he hath said, 'It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

Yea, truly, God doth not do wickedly, And the Mighty doth not pervert judgment.