There, are those let out free which have been in prison, so that they hear no more the voice of the oppressor.

and search for it more than for treasure. Which also would be exceedingly glad, and rejoice if they found their grave.

'Shall man be more just than God? Or shall man be purer than his maker?

How much more then shall they that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is but earth: which shall be consumed by the moth?

Yea, thou shalt know that thy dwelling place shall be in rest: thou shalt behold thy substance, and be no more punished for sin.

my days pass over more speedily than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

"O remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall no more see the pleasures thereof;

For if thou fasten thine eyes upon me, I come to naught like as a cloud is consumed and vanisheth away. Even so, he that goeth down to hell, cometh no more up,

nor turneth again into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

I can see no remedy. I shall live no more. O spare me then, for my days are but vain.

"My days are more swift than a runner: they are gone, and have seen no good thing.

yet shouldest thou dip me in the mire, and mine own clothes should defile me.

Let him take his rod away from me; yea, let him make me no more afraid of him,

Then shouldest thou forget thy misery, and think no more upon it, than upon the waters that run by.

How much more then an abominable and vile man, which drinketh wickedness like water?

Shall not thy vain words come yet to an end? Or, hast thou yet any more to say?

He vanisheth as a dream, so that he can no more be found, and passeth away as a vision in the night.

So that the eye which saw him before, getteth now no sight of him, and his place knoweth him no more.

so that he shall no more see the rivers, and brooks of honey and butter.

even when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of marrow.

He rewardeth me into my bosom, and many other things more doth he, as he may by his power.

How much more then man, that is but corruption, and the son of man, which is but a worm?"

My honor increased more and more, and my bow was ever the stronger in my hand.

"Fearfulness is turned against me. Mine honour vanisheth away more swiftly than wind, and my prosperity departeth hence like as it were a cloud.

So these three men would strive no more with Job, because he held himself a righteous man.

Insomuch that his body is clean consumed away, and his bones appear no more.

'Ungodly men are ye.' He hath none respect unto the persons of the lordly, and regardeth not the rich more than the poor. For they be all the work of his hands.

Which giveth us more understanding than he doth the beasts of the earth, and teacheth us more than the fouls of heaven?'

I will open unto thee yet more of mine understanding, and prove my maker righteous.

But beware that thou turn not aside to wickedness and sin, which hitherto thou hast chosen more than meekness.

Once or twice have I spoken, but I will say no more."

cast them down into the mire, and cover their faces with darkness;

He treadeth the gold in the mire like the sharp potsherds.