But put forth thy hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will renounce thee to thy face.

But put forth thy hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce thee to thy face.

But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:

Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh.

If one assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?

But now it is come unto thee, and thou faintest; It toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.

It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; A form was before mine eyes: There was'silence, and I heard a voice,'saying ,

I have seen the foolish taking root: But suddenly I cursed his habitation.

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;

But he saveth from the sword of their mouth, Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?

The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);

He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure.

Of a truth I know that it is so: But how can man be just with God?

Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: He passeth on also, but I perceive him not.

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against thee,

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, And they shall have no way to flee; And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.

No doubt but ye are the people, And wisdom shall die with you.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: Yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; And the birds of the heavens, and they shall tell thee:

But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief .

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

My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?

His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.

Though he spare it, and will not let it go, But keep it still within his mouth;

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; And the honorable man, he dwelt in it.

Yet he filled their houses with good things: But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; And backward, but I cannot perceive him;

On the left hand, when he doth work, but I cannot behold him; He hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him.

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

But he is in one mind , and who can turn him? And what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.

Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?

He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.

He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers ; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

(The sojourner hath not lodged in the street; But I have opened my doors to the traveller);

But there is a spirit in man, And the breath of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

But none saith, Where is God my Maker, Who giveth songs in the night,

There they cry, but none giveth answer, Because of the pride of evil men.

But now, because he hath not visited in his anger, Neither doth he greatly regard arrogance;

He preserveth not the life of the wicked, But giveth to the afflicted their right.

He withdraweth not his eyes from the righteous: But with kings upon the throne He setteth them for ever, and they are exalted.

But if they hearken not, they shall perish by the sword, And they shall die without knowledge.

But they that are godless in heart lay up anger: They cry not for help when he bindeth them.

But thou art full of the judgment of the wicked: Judgment and justice take hold on thee .

And now men see not the light which is bright in the skies; But the wind passeth, and cleareth them.

And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; And here shall thy proud waves be stayed?

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?

Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.

I had heard of thee by the hearing of the ear; But now mine eye seeth thee: