For what reason, were there prepared for me - knees? and why - breasts, that I might suck?

What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?

How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?

What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?

I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?

Wise in heart, and alert in vigour, What man hath hardened himself against him, and prospered!

Lo! he snatcheth away, who can bring it back? Who shall say unto him, What wouldst thou do?

I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!

The heights of the heavens, what canst thou do? Depths deeper than hades, what canst thou know?

Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.

What knowest thou, that we know not? What understandest thou, and the same, is not with us?

What is a mortal, that he should be pure? or that righteous should be one born of a woman?

Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?

Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, - And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?

There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;

Every misfortune, is laid up for his treasures, - There shall consume, a fire, not blown up, - it shall destroy what remaineth in his tent:

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? Or what shall we profit, that we should urge him?

For what shall be his pleasure in his house after him, when, the number of his months, is cut in twain?

Who can declare - to his face - his way? And, what, he, hath done, who shall recompense to him?

Wilt thou say then, What doth GOD know? Out through a thick cloud, can he judge?

Who had been saying unto GOD, Depart from us! and - What can the Almighty do for himself?

I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to me.

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

Lo! these, are the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?

For what shall be the hope of the impious, though he graspeth with greed, when GOD shall draw forth his soul?

Or what would have been my portion of GOD from above? Or what inheritance of the Almighty from on high?

Let me sow but, another, eat. And let, what I have springing up, be uprooted!

What then could I have done when GOD rose up? And, when he visited, what could I have answered him?

Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;

Mine utterances come straight from mine own heart, and, what I know, my lips have truly spoken;

What is right, let us choose for ourselves, Let us know, among ourselves, what is good;

What man is like Job? He drinketh in scoffing like water;

For, what any son of earth doeth, he repayeth him, and, according to every man's course, he causeth him to find.

What I see not, do, thou, shew me, If, perverseness, I have wrought, I will do it no more?

According to thy mind, must he requite it, that thou hast refused? For, thou, must choose, and not, I, What then thou knowest, speak!

If thou sinnest, what canst thou work against him? Or, if thy transgressions be multiplied, what canst thou do unto him?

If thou art righteous, what canst thou give unto him? Or what, at thy hand, can he accept?

Let us know what we shall say to him, We cannot set in order, by reason of darkness.

What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.

Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth: