They go about naked, without clothing, and go hungry while they carry the sheaves.

Out of its mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot forth!

The wild animals go to their lairs, and in their dens they remain.

Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.

They live out their years in prosperity and go down to the grave in peace.

“If I go to the east, he is not there, and to the west, yet I do not perceive him.

Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

Who let the wild donkey go free? Who released the bonds of the donkey,

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.

He redeemed my life from going down to the place of corruption, and my life sees the light!’

Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go? Will they say to you, ‘Here we are’?

if he retains it for himself and does not let it go, and holds it fast in his mouth,

Their young grow strong, and grow up in the open; they go off, and do not return to them.

“Why do the wicked go on living, grow old, even increase in power?

I will maintain my righteousness and never let it go; my conscience will not reproach me for as long as I live.

Like wild donkeys in the desert they go out to their labor, seeking diligently for food; the wasteland provides food for them and for their children.

because I was terrified of the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me, so that I remained silent and would not go outdoors –

and if God is gracious to him and says, ‘Spare him from going down to the place of corruption, I have found a ransom for him,’

Under the whole heaven he lets it go, even his lightning to the far corners of the earth.