'Makest' in the Bible

What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?

For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth;

Yea, thou makest piety of none effect, and restrainest meditation before God.

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty if thou art righteous? And is it gain to him that thou makest thy ways perfect?

In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for thou, Jehovah, alone makest me to dwell in safety.

For it is thou that makest my lamp to shine: Jehovah my God enlighteneth my darkness.

When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. Selah.

Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a mockery and a derision for them that are round about us;

Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.

And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.

Thou makest mortal man to return to dust, and sayest, Return, children of men.

Thou makest darkness, and it is night, wherein all the beasts of the forest creep forth:

Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let a potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that formeth it, What makest thou? Or thy work, He hath no hands?

Thou inhabitress of Lebanon, that makest thy nest in the cedars, how pitiful shalt thou be when pangs come upon thee, pain as of a woman in travail!

And the prophet Jeremiah said unto the prophet Hananiah, Hear now, Hananiah: Jehovah hath not sent thee; and thou makest this people to trust in falsehood.

in that thou buildest thy place of debauchery at the head of every way, and makest thy high place in every street! And thou hast not been as a harlot, in that thou scornest reward,

And thou makest men as the fishes of the sea, as the creeping things, that have no ruler over them.

Woe unto him that giveth his neighbour drink, that pourest out thy flask, and makest him drunken also, that thou mayest look on their nakedness!