How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:

Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;

How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?

How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?

How long wilt thou speak these things? Or, as a mighty wind, shall be the sayings of thy mouth?

Of a truth, I know that so it is, But how can a mortal be just with GOD?

How much less that, I, should answer him, should choose my words with him?

How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!

How doth thine own heart carry thee away, and how thine eyes do roll!

How much less when one is detested and corrupt, a man who drinketh in - like water - perversity.

How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.

How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words?

How oft, the lamp of the lawless, goeth out, and their calamity, cometh upon them, Sorrows, apportioneth he in his anger;

How then should ye comfort me with vanity, since, as for your replies, there lurketh, in them treachery?

How then shall, a mortal, be just with GOD? Or how shall he be pure who is born of a woman?

How much less a mortal who is a creeping thing? Or a son of the earth-born who is a worm?

How hast thou given help to one of no-strength? given victory to an arm of no-power?

How hast thou given counsel to one of no-wisdom? or, effective wisdom, abundantly made known?

A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

A covenant, I solemnised for mine eyes, - How then could I gaze upon a virgin?

Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!

For thou dost say, How can one profit by thee? How can I benefit, more than by my sin?

How much less when thou sayest thou wilt not regard him! The cause, is before him, and thou must wait for him.