whose harvest the hungry eat up, and takes it even out of the thorns, and the snare gapes for their substance.

But he saves from the sword of their mouth, even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

To him who is ready to faint, kindness [should be] from his friend, even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

Does not the ear try words, even as the palate tastes its food?

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, even the word that is gentle toward thee?

The wicked man travails with pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who vouches for me is on high.

He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.

My days are past. my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.

whom I, even I, shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, even because of my haste that is in me.

Even when I remember, I am troubled, and horror takes hold on my flesh.

He will deliver [even] him who is not innocent. Yea, he shall be delivered through the cleanness of thy hands.

Even today my complaint is rebellious. My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

O that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!

But he is in one [mind], and who can turn him? And what his soul desires, even that he does.

Behold, even the moon has no brightness. And the stars are not pure in his sight.

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

(let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity);

Behold, I am toward God even as thou are. I also am formed out of the clay.

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away, and the mighty are taken away without hand.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not [a man] be cast down even at the sight of him?

And after this Job lived a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, [even] four generations.