Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

He taketh away understanding from the chiefs of the people of the earth, And causeth them to wander in a wilderness where there is no way.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

He wandereth abroad for bread,'saying , Where is it? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

He shall have neither son nor son's son among his people, Nor any remaining where he sojourned.

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? And where is the tent wherein the wicked dwelt?

Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?

Whence then cometh wisdom? And where is the place of understanding?

There is no darkness, nor thick gloom, Where the workers of iniquity may hide themselves.

But none saith, Where is God my Maker, Who giveth songs in the night,

Yea, he would have allured thee out of distress Into a broad place, where there is no straitness; And that which is set on thy table would be full of fatness.

Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding.

Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And as for darkness, where is the place thereof,

To cause it to rain on a land where no man is; On the wilderness, wherein there is no man;

Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.