How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

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.

How much less shall I answer him, And choose my words to argue with him?

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

If the scourge kills suddenly, he will mock at the trial of the innocent.

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.

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:

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, much elder than your father.

how much less one who is abominable and corrupt, a man who drinks iniquity like water!

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.

Allow me, and I also will speak; After I have spoken, mock on.

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?"

How much less man, who is a worm, the son of man, who is a worm!"

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

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

If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much;

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

How much less when you say you don't see him. The cause is before him, and you wait for him!

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

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.

Yahweh turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends. Yahweh gave Job twice as much as he had before.