And a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.

Therefore I will not hold my mouth; I will speak in the trouble of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

You have granted me life and favor, and Your providence has preserved my spirit.

Why then have You brought me from the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me!

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall have no escape, and their hope shall be like the giving up of the spirit.

For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and its tender branch will not cease.

that you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.

I have heard the rebuke meant to shame me, and the spirit of my understanding causes me to answer.

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should my spirit not be troubled?

To whom have you spoken words? And whose spirit came from you?

By His Spirit the heavens were beautiful; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

As long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,

But a spirit is in man giving them perception, even the breath of the Almighty.

For I am full of words; the spirit within me presses on me.

The Spirit of God made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.

If He sets His heart on man, if He gathers to Himself his spirit and his breath,

How is it, the way the light is distributed, and how does the east wind spread itself on the earth?

Does the hawk soar by your understanding? Will he spread his wings toward the south?