Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

So man lies down, and rises not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

How much more abominable and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.

His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.

Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

They were amazed, they answered no more: they left off speaking.

When I had waited, (for they spoke not, but stood still, and answered no more;)

How much less to him that regards not the persons of princes, nor regards the rich more than the poor? for they all are the work of his hands.

For he will not lay upon man more than what is right; that he should enter into judgment with God.

Surely it is fitting to be said unto God, I have borne chastisement, I will not offend any more:

That which I see not you teach me: if I have done iniquity, I will do no more.

Think you this to be right, that you said, My righteousness is more than God's?

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth, and makes us wiser than the fowls of heaven?

Lay your hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.

So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand female donkeys.

You have put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their grain and their wine increased.

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and be no more.

Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us: they cannot be recounted in order unto you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

For innumerable evils have surrounded me: my iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head: therefore my heart fails me.

An evil disease, say they, clings close unto him: and now that he lies down he shall rise up no more.

All your garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made you glad.

You love evil more than good; and lying rather than to speak righteousness. Selah.

My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise you with joyful lips:

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: they that would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

But I will hope continually, and will yet praise you more and more.

Their eyes stand out with abundance: they have more than heart could wish.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knows how long.

You are more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.

Will the Lord cast off forever? and will he be favorable no more?

And they sinned yet more against him by provoking the most High in the wilderness.

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

The LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Adrift among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more: and they are cut off from your hand.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and the place there shall know it no more.

Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless you the LORD, O my soul. Praise you the LORD.

The LORD shall increase you more and more, you and your children.

I have more understanding than all my teachers: for your testimonies are my meditation.

I understand more than the ancients, because I keep your precepts.

My soul waits for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with you.

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things you can desire are not to be compared unto her.

But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shines more and more unto the perfect day.

I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

As the whirlwind passes, so is the wicked no more: but the righteous is an everlasting foundation.

There is one that scatters, and yet increases; and there is one that withholds more than is right, but it leads to poverty.

Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed on the earth: much more the wicked and the sinner.

Sheol and destruction are before the LORD: how much more then the hearts of the children of men?

A reproof enters more into a wise man than a hundred stripes into a fool.

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursues them with words, yet they are nothing to him.

To do righteousness and justice is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice.

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

See a man wise in his own eyes? there is more hope of a fool than of him.

He that rebukes a man shall find more favor afterwards than he that flatters with the tongue.

See you a man that is hasty in his words? there is more hope for a fool than for him.

Surely I am more senseless than any man, and have not the understanding of a man.

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

I communed with my own heart, saying, Lo, I have come to greatness, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.

I got myself male and female servants, and had servants born in my house; also I had great possessions of great and small cattle more than all that were in Jerusalem before me:

So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem: also my wisdom remained with me.

Then said I in my heart, As it happens to the fool, so it happens even to me; and why was I then more wise? Then I said in my heart, that this also is vanity.

For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool forever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how does the wise man die? as the fool.

For who can eat, or who else can have enjoyment, more than I?

Therefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.

Guard your steps when you go to the house of God, and be more ready to hear, than to give the sacrifice of fools: for they consider not that they do evil.

Moreover he has not seen the sun, nor known any thing: this one has more rest than the other.

For what has the wise more than the fool? what has the poor, who knows to walk before the living?

Wisdom strengthens the wise more than ten mighty men who are in the city.

And I find more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands are fetters: whosoever pleases God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her.

For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.

Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion forever in any thing that is done under the sun.

The words of wise men are heard in quiet more than the cry of him that rules among fools.

If the iron is blunt, and he does not sharpen the edge, then must he use more strength: but wisdom helps one to succeed.

Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh.

Why should you be stricken any more? you will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

Bring no more vain offerings; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot endure; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.

And he shall judge between the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? why, when I expected that it should bring forth grapes, it brought forth wild grapes?

Nevertheless the gloom shall not be such as was in her distress, when at the first he lightly afflicted the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, and afterward did more heavily oppress her by the way of the sea, beyond Jordan, in Galilee of the nations.