who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,

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

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

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

The eye of him who sees me shall behold me no more. Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him any more.

Can the rush grow up without mire? Can a reed grow without water?

Those who hate thee shall be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked shall be no more.

so man lays down and does not rise. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.

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

His pails are full of milk, and the marrow of his bones is moistened.

I have not gone back from the commandment of his lips, I have treasured up 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 unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, [even] men who have no helper.

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

They are amazed, they answer no more. They have not a word to say.

And shall I wait because they do not speak, because they stand still, and answer no more?

who does not respect the persons of rulers, nor regards the rich more than the poor. For they all are the work of his hands.

For has any said to God, I have borne [chastisement], I will not offend [any more].

Teach thou me that which I do not see. If I have done iniquity, I will do it no more?

That thou said, What advantage will it be to thee? [And], What profit shall I have more than if I had sinned?

who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth, and makes us wiser than the birds of the heavens?

Lay thy hand upon him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds. He spreads out [as] a threshing-wagon upon the mire.

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