How much less in those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

How long will you speak these things, since the words of your mouth are like a strong wind?

Truly I know it is so, but how can man be just with God?

How much less shall I answer Him, and choose my arguments with Him?

How many are my iniquities and sins? Make known my transgressions and my sin.

How much more hateful and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

How long will you torment my soul and break me in pieces with words?

How often is the lamp of the wicked put out, and their trouble comes on them! He shares out pains in His anger;

How then do you comfort me in vain? Yea, in your answers remains transgression.

How then can man be justified with God? Or how can one who is born of a woman be clean?

how much less man who is a maggot, and the son of man, who is a worm?

How have you helped the powerless, or saved the arm that has no strength?

How have you advised those not wise, or fully declared wise plans?

I made a covenant with my eyes; how then could I look upon a virgin?

For I do not know how to eulogize; else after a little my Maker would take me away.

How much less to Him who does not lift up the face of rulers, nor regard the rich before the poor? For all of them are the work of His hands.

How much less when you say you do not see Him! Judgment is before Him; you are waiting for Him.

How is it, the way the light is distributed, and how does the east wind spread itself on the earth?