A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shades of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

The murderer rising with the light killeth the poor and needy, and in the night is as a thief.

Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.

His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.