‘Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces and destroyed;
Unobserved and unnoticed, they perish forever.

His roots are twisted round the stones, forcing their way in between them.

There is not an umpire between us, who should lay his hand upon us both.

“Does the ear not put words to the test,
Just as the palate tastes its food [distinguishing between the desirable and the undesirable]?

“But I wish to speak to the Almighty,
And I desire to argue with God.

I wish that someone might arbitrate
between a man and God
just as a man pleads for his friend.

Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.

“He has inscribed a circular limit (the horizon) on the face of the waters
At the boundary between light and darkness.

Between the shrubs they will bray; they will be poured out under the thorn bush.

If now there may be an angel sent to him, one of the thousands which there are to be between him and God, and to make clear to man what is right for him;

We will choose to us judgment: we shall know between ourselves what is good.

He will add rebellion to his sin; he will clap between us, and he will multiply his words to God.

With clouds he covers the light; and commands it not to shine by the cloud that comes between.

Will guildsmen bargain over it? Will they divide it between tradesmen?

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.