And Satan answered Jehovah, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thy hand; only spare his life.

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;

At destruction and dearth thou shalt laugh; Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

I loathe my life ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

And thy life shall be clearer than the noonday; Though there be darkness, it shall be as the morning.

Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?

Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

If a man die, shall he live again ? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.

Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?

The righteous see it, and are glad; And the innocent laugh them to scorn,

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

(For my life is yet whole in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach me'so long as I live.

(Yea, I have not suffered by mouth to sin By asking his life with a curse);

If I have eaten the fruits thereof without money, Or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life:

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Almighty giveth me life.

He keepeth back his soul from the pit, And his life from perishing by the sword.

So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.

Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

He hath redeemed my soul from going into the pit, And my life shall behold the light.

He preserveth not the life of the wicked, But giveth to the afflicted their right.

They die in youth, And their life perisheth among the unclean.

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?