For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom have you made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word.

How many are the days of your servant? When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?

How I love your law! It is my meditation all day.

How sweet are your promises to my taste, more than honey to my mouth!

Consider how I love your precepts. Revive me, Yahweh, according to your loving kindness.

how he swore to Yahweh, and vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:

See how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to live together in unity!

How can we sing Yahweh's song in a foreign land?

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!

"How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity? How long will mockers delight themselves in mockery, and fools hate knowledge?

and say, "How I have hated instruction, and my heart despised reproof;

How long will you sleep, sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?

Behold, the righteous shall be repaid in the earth; how much more the wicked and the sinner!

Sheol and Abaddon are before Yahweh -- how much more then the hearts of the children of men!

Joy comes to a man with the reply of his mouth. How good is a word at the right time!

How much better it is to get wisdom than gold! Yes, to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver.

All the relatives of the poor shun him: how much more do his friends avoid him! He pursues them with pleas, but they are gone.

A man's steps are from Yahweh; how then can man understand his way?

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination: how much more, when he brings it with a wicked mind!

There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! Their eyelids are lifted up.

I searched in my heart how to cheer my flesh with wine, my heart yet guiding me with wisdom, and how to lay hold of folly, until I might see what it was good for the sons of men that they should do under heaven all the days of their lives.

Again, if two lie together, then they have warmth; but how can one keep warm alone?

Better is a poor and wise youth than an old and foolish king who doesn't know how to receive admonition any more.

For what advantage has the wise more than the fool? What has the poor man, that knows how to walk before the living?

For he doesn't know that which will be; for who can tell him how it will be?

The labor of fools wearies every one of them; for he doesn't know how to go to the city.

As you don't know what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; even so you don't know the work of God who does all.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

How the faithful city has become a prostitute! She was full of justice; righteousness lodged in her, but now murderers.

Then I said, "Lord, how long?" He answered, "Until cities are waste without inhabitant, and houses without man, and the land becomes utterly waste,

For before the child knows how to say, 'My father,' and, 'My mother,' the riches of Damascus and the spoil of Samaria will be carried away by the king of Assyria."

that you will take up this parable against the king of Babylon, and say, "How the oppressor has ceased! The golden city has ceased!"

How you have fallen from heaven, morning star, son of the dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, who laid the nations low!

Howl, gate! Cry, city! You are melted away, Philistia, all of you; for smoke comes out of the north, and there is no straggler in his ranks.

The princes of Zoan are utterly foolish. The counsel of the wisest counselors of Pharaoh has become stupid. How do you say to Pharaoh, "I am the son of the wise, the son of ancient kings?"

The inhabitants of this coast land will say in that day, 'Behold, this is our expectation, where we fled for help to be delivered from the king of Assyria. And we, how will we escape?'"

The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.

Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste!

How then can you turn away the face of one captain of the least of my master's servants, and put your trust on Egypt for chariots and for horsemen?

Have you not heard how I have done it long ago, and formed it in ancient times? Now I have brought it to pass, that it should be yours to destroy fortified cities, turning them into ruinous heaps.

and said, "Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight." Hezekiah wept bitterly.

For my own sake, for my own sake, will I do it; for how should [my name] be profaned? and my glory I will not give to another.

The Lord Yahweh has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary: he wakens morning by morning, he wakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.

These two things have happened to you. Who will bemoan you? Desolation and destruction, and the famine and the sword; how shall I comfort you?

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of good, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God reigns!"

Then I said, "Ah, Lord Yahweh! Behold, I don't know how to speak; for I am a child."

"Go, and cry in the ears of Jerusalem, saying, 'Thus says Yahweh, "I remember for you the kindness of your youth, the love of your weddings; how you went after me in the wilderness, in a land that was not sown.

Yet I had planted you a noble vine, wholly a right seed. How then have you turned into the degenerate branches of a foreign vine to me?

"How can you say, 'I am not defiled. I have not gone after the Baals'? See your way in the valley. Know what you have done. [You are] a swift dromedary traversing her ways;

How well you prepare your way to seek love! Therefore you have taught even the wicked women your ways.

"But I said, 'How I would put you among the children, and give you a pleasant land, a goodly heritage of the armies of the nations!' and I said, 'You shall call me "My Father," and shall not turn away from following me.'

Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long shall your evil thoughts lodge within you?

How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?

"How can I pardon you? Your children have forsaken me, and sworn by what are no gods. When I had fed them to the full, they committed adultery, and assembled themselves in troops at the prostitutes' houses.

How do you say, We are wise, and the law of Yahweh is with us? But, behold, the false pen of the scribes has worked falsely.

Therefore thus says Yahweh of Armies, Behold, I will melt them, and try them; for how [else] should I do, because of the daughter of my people?

For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, How are we ruined! we are greatly confounded, because we have forsaken the land, because they have cast down our dwellings.

How long shall the land mourn, and the herbs of the whole country wither? for the wickedness of those who dwell therein, the animals are consumed, and the birds; because they said, He shall not see our latter end.

If you have run with the footmen, and they have wearied you, then how can you contend with horses? and though in a land of peace you are secure, yet how will you do in the pride of the Jordan?

I have seen your abominations, even your adulteries, and your neighing, the lewdness of your prostitution, on the hills in the field. Woe to you, Jerusalem! You will not be made clean; how long shall it yet be?

Shall evil be recompensed for good? for they have dug a pit for my soul. Remember how I stood before you to speak good for them, to turn away your wrath from them.

Inhabitant of Lebanon, who makes your nest in the cedars, how greatly to be pitied you will be when pangs come on you, the pain as of a woman in travail!

How long shall this be in the heart of the prophets who prophesy lies, even the prophets of the deceit of their own heart?

How long will you go here and there, you backsliding daughter? for Yahweh has created a new thing in the earth: a woman shall encompass a man.

They asked Baruch, saying, Tell us now, How did you write all these words at his mouth?

The word that Yahweh spoke to Jeremiah the prophet, how that Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon should come and strike the land of Egypt.

Baldness is come on Gaza; Ashkelon is brought to nothing, the remnant of their valley: how long will you cut yourself?

You sword of Yahweh, how long will it be before you be quiet? Put up yourself into your scabbard; rest, and be still.

How can you be quiet, since Yahweh has given you a command? Against Ashkelon, and against the seashore, there has he appointed it.

How do you say, We are mighty men, and valiant men for the war?

All you who are around him, bemoan him, and all you who know his name; say, How is the strong staff broken, the beautiful rod!

How is it broken down! [how] do they wail! how has Moab turned the back with shame! so shall Moab become a derision and a terror to all who are around him.

How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?

How is the hammer of the whole earth cut apart and broken! how is Babylon become a desolation among the nations!

How is Sheshach taken! and the praise of the whole earth seized! how is Babylon become a desolation among the nations!

How the city sits solitary, that was full of people! She has become as a widow, who was great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces is become tributary!

How has the Lord covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger! He has cast down from heaven to the earth the beauty of Israel, And hasn't remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.

How is the gold become dim! [how] is the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

Those of you that escape shall remember me among the nations where they shall be carried captive, how that I have been broken with their lewd heart, which has departed from me, and with their eyes, which play the prostitute after their idols: and they shall loathe themselves in their own sight for the evils which they have committed in all their abominations.

For thus says the Lord Yahweh: How much more when I send my four severe judgments on Jerusalem, the sword, and the famine, and the evil animals, and the pestilence, to cut off from it man and animal!

Behold, when it was whole, it was meet for no work: how much less, when the fire has devoured it, and it is burned, shall it yet be meet for any work!

How weak is your heart, says the Lord Yahweh, since you do all these things, the work of an impudent prostitute;

They shall take up a lamentation over you, and tell you, How you are destroyed, who were inhabited by seafaring men, the renowned city, who was strong in the sea, she and her inhabitants, who caused their terror to be on all who lived there!

You, son of man, tell the house of Israel: Thus you speak, saying, Our transgressions and our sins are on us, and we pine away in them; how then can we live?

How great are his signs! and how mighty are his wonders! his kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and his dominion is from generation to generation.

Then I heard a holy one speaking; and another holy one said to that certain one who spoke, How long shall be the vision [concerning] the continual [burnt offering], and the disobedience that makes desolate, to give both the sanctuary and the army to be trodden under foot?

For how can the servant of this my lord talk with this my lord? for as for me, immediately there remained no strength in me, neither was there breath left in me.

One said to the man clothed in linen, who was above the waters of the river, How long shall it be to the end of these wonders?

For Israel has behaved extremely stubbornly, like a stubborn heifer. Then how will Yahweh feed them like a lamb in a meadow.

They haven't cried to me with their heart, but they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.

Let Samaria throw out his calf idol! My anger burns against them! How long will it be until they are capable of purity?

"How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned within me, my compassion is aroused.

How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

For I know how many your offenses, and how great are your sins -- you who afflict the just, who take a bribe, and who turn aside the needy in the courts.