How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?

How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?

How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

How thy garments are warm, In the quieting of the earth from the south?