Shall mortal man be more just than +God? Shall a man be purer than his Maker?

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?

If thou seek earnestly unto God, and make thy supplication to the Almighty,

If thou be pure and upright, surely now he will awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous;

Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer; I would make supplication to my judge.

Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his terror make me afraid,

Should thy fictions make men hold their peace? and shouldest thou mock, and no one make thee ashamed?

Yet a senseless man will make bold, though man be born like the foal of a wild ass.

Yea, thou shalt lie down, and none shall make thee afraid; and many shall seek thy favour.

Withdraw thy hand far from me; and let not thy terror make me afraid:

How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.

Distress and anguish make him afraid; they prevail against him, as a king ready for the battle.

Terrors make him afraid on every side, and chase him at his footsteps.

Thou shalt make thy prayer unto him, and he will hear thee, and thou shalt pay thy vows;

If it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?

Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not One fashion us in the womb?

That ye may not say, We have found out wisdom; God will make him yield, not man.

For I know not how to flatter; my Maker would soon take me away.

Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, nor my burden be heavy upon thee.

But none saith, Where is +God my Maker, who giveth songs in the night,

Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.

Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high?

Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?

Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?

Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?

The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.