'Hath' in the Bible

Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

If thy children have sinned against him, he hath also given them over into the hand of their transgression.

If pure and upright thou art, Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.

And thy beginning hath been small, And thy latter end is very great.

If one doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?

Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.

For he hath known men of vanity, And He seeth iniquity, And one doth not consider it!

And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope is a breathing out of soul!

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this?

With him is wisdom and strength, he hath counsel and understanding.

The bands of kings He hath opened, And He bindeth a girdle on their loins.

Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

But his flesh hath pain for himself alone, and his soul mourneth for himself.

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

For he hath stretched out his hand against God, and strengthened himself against the Almighty:

For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over his confidence.

And he hath dwelt in desolate cities, In houses which no man inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps;

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

For the company of the profane is gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.

But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.

His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.

He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.

He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.

To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

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

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

He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again: God shall cast them out of his belly.

That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.

Because he hath oppressed and hath forsaken the poor; because he hath violently taken away an house which he builded not;

For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.

One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him are terrors.

Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.

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

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,

For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?

And another dieth in bitterness of soul, and hath not tasted good:

Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.

And thou hast said, 'What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge?

And he hath filled their houses with good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

'Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'

And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

And thou decreest a saying, And it is established to thee, And on thy ways hath light shone.

He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.

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

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.

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

He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.

And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? and how hast thou plentifully declared the thing as it is?

Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.

He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end.

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.

As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.