The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, all that he hath is in thy hand, only unto him put not forth thy hand.' And the Adversary goeth out from the presence of Jehovah.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, he is in thy hand; only his life take care of.'

And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?

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

Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.

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

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

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

'Who hath not known in all these, That the hand of Jehovah hath done this?

In whose hand is the breath of every living thing, And the spirit of all flesh of man.'

Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

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

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.

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

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

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth.

My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

If I rejoice because great is my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,

And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,

In a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

Into the hand of every man he sealeth, For the knowledge by all men of His work.

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!