Who long for death, but it cometh 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?

O remember that my life is wind: my eye will no more see good.

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

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth 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.

Can the rush grow without mire? can the flag grow without water?

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

How much more abominable and filthy is man, who drinketh 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 hath cast me into the mire, and I have 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 accepteth not the persons of princes, nor regardeth the rich more than the poor? for they all are the work of his hands.

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

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

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

Thinkest thou this to be right, that thou saidst, My righteousness is more than God's?

Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven?

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

Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things 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 she asses.