Who long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;

Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

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

The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

So man lies down, and rises not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

How much more abominable and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.

His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.

Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

They were amazed, they answered no more: they left off speaking.

When I had waited, (for they spoke not, but stood still, and answered no more;)

How much less to him that regards not the persons of princes, nor regards the rich more than the poor? for they all are the work of his hands.

For he will not lay upon man more than what is right; that he should enter into judgment with God.

Surely it is fitting to be said unto God, I have borne chastisement, I will not offend any more:

That which I see not you teach me: if I have done iniquity, I will do no more.

Think you this to be right, that you said, My righteousness is more than God's?

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth, and makes us wiser than the fowls of heaven?

Lay your hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.

So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand female donkeys.