Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

Can you make him leap like the locust, and make the splendor of his snorting terrifying?

“He makes counselors walk barefoot
And makes fools of judges.

“He makes the depths boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

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

But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family;

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