The Lord asked Satan, “Where have you come from?”

“From roaming through the earth,” Satan answered Him, “and walking around on it.”

The Lord asked Satan, “Where have you come from?”

“From roaming through the earth,” Satan answered Him, “and walking around on it.”

who wait for death, but it does not come,
and search for it more than for hidden treasure,

I cannot relax or be still;
I have no rest, for trouble comes.

They perish at a single blast from God
and come to an end by the breath of His nostrils.

You will be safe from slander
and not fear destruction when it comes.

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.

God is wise and all-powerful.
Who has opposed Him and come out unharmed?

Wisdom is found with the elderly,
and understanding comes with long life.

Be quiet, and I will speak.
Let whatever comes happen to me.

When a man dies, will he come back to life?
If so, I would wait all the days of my struggle
until my relief comes.

But come back and try again, all of you.
I will not find a wise man among you.

At the height of his success distress will come to him;
the full weight of misery will crush him.

He pulls it out of his back,
the flashing tip out of his liver.
Terrors come over him.

How often is the lamp of the wicked put out?
Does disaster come on them?
Does He apportion destruction in His anger?

Come to terms with God and be at peace;
in this way good will come to you.

Will God hear his cry
when distress comes on him?

Food may come from the earth,
but below the surface the earth is transformed as by fire.

Where then does wisdom come from,
and where is understanding located?

Doesn’t disaster come to the unjust
and misfortune to evildoers?

My words come from my upright heart,
and my lips speak with sincerity what they know.

For you ask, “What does it profit You,
and what benefit comes to me, if I do not sin?”

Just listen to His thunderous voice
and the rumbling that comes from His mouth.

Then there comes a roaring sound;
God thunders with His majestic voice.
He does not restrain the lightning
when His rumbling voice is heard.

The windstorm comes from its chamber,
and the cold from the driving north winds.

Yet out of the north He comes, shrouded in a golden glow;
awesome majesty surrounds Him.

when I declared: “You may come this far, but no farther;
your proud waves stop here”?

Whose womb did the ice come from?
Who gave birth to the frost of heaven