Wherefore have knees been before me? And what are breasts, that I suck?

For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters are my roarings.

And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,

While it is in its budding -- uncropped, Even before any herb it withereth.

Green he is before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.

Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

Also -- He is to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish meditation before God.

The first man art thou born? And before the heights wast thou formed?

And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

Their seed is established, Before their face with them, And their offspring before their eyes.

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

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill with arguments.

For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.

They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.

My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.

That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands are all of them.

Yea, though thou sayest thou dost not behold Him, Judgment is before Him, and stay for Him.

Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?

None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?

Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.