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.

And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

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

Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.

Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'

To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high in safety.

Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it is right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!

And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

Lo, this is the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

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

Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.

Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?'

If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?

Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.

Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

Also, now, lo, in the heavens is my witness, And my testifier in the high places.

Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

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

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully.

Receive, I pray thee, from His mouth a law, And set His sayings in thy heart.

For they have made low, And thou sayest, 'Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.

Lo, forward I go -- and He is not, And backward -- and I perceive him not.

Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.

They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.

High they were for a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all others they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.

Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.

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?

Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why is this -- ye are altogether vain?

A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

And He saith to man: -- 'Lo, fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, And to turn from evil is understanding.'

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings.

And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, Or answerer of his sayings among you.

Lo, my breast is as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

Lo, I pray thee, I have opened my mouth, My tongue hath spoken in the palate.

Lo, I am, according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

Lo, in this thou hast not been righteous, I answer thee, that greater is God than man.

Lo, all these doth God work, Twice -- thrice with man,

Against my right do I lie? Mortal is mine arrow -- without transgression.'

Lo, God is mighty, and despiseth not, Mighty in power and heart.

Lo, God doth sit on high by His power, Who is like Him -- a teacher?

Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His years, Yea, there is no searching.

Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea He hath covered,

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

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

Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.

Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?