Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.

'Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

For he wounds, and binds up. He injures, and his hands make whole.

Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.

If you want to seek God diligently, make your supplication to the Almighty.

If you were pure and upright, surely now he would awaken for you, and make the habitation of your righteousness prosperous.

He makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, and the rooms of the south.

Though I were righteous, yet I wouldn't answer him. I would make supplication to my judge.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

Should your boastings make men hold their peace? When you mock, shall no man make you ashamed?

Also you shall lie down, and none shall make you afraid. Yes, many shall court your favor.

He leads counselors away stripped. He makes judges fools.

They grope in the dark without light. He makes them stagger like a drunken man.

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?

withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.

How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my disobedience and my sin.

For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:

Distress and anguish make him afraid. They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

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

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty, that you are righteous? Or does it benefit him, that you make your ways perfect?

You shall make your prayer to him, and he will hear you. You shall pay your vows.

They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.

If it isn't so now, who will prove me a liar, and make my speech worth nothing?"

"Dominion and fear are with him. He makes peace in his high places.

Those who remain of him shall be buried in death. His widows shall make no lamentation.

He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?

For I don't know how to give flattering titles; or else my Maker would soon take me away.

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.

But none says, 'Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night,

who teaches us more than the animals of the earth, and makes us wiser than the birds of the sky?'

I will get my knowledge from afar, and will ascribe righteousness to my Maker.

Teach us what we shall tell him, for we can't make our case by reason of darkness.

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?

Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?

The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.