Will you never look away from me, will you not let me alone long enough to swallow my spittle?

Moreover, this will become my deliverance, for no godless person would come before him.

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

They reap fodder in the field, and glean in the vineyard of the wicked.

They are soaked by mountain rains and huddle in the rocks because they lack shelter.

With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.

Look, I am just like you in relation to God; I too have been molded from clay.

He causes everyone to stop working, so that all people may know his work.

to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place?

If the river rages, it is not disturbed, it is secure, though the Jordan should surge up to its mouth.

If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight, and you will never do it again!

Who can uncover its outer covering? Who can penetrate to the inside of its armor?

I also have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you. Who does not know such things as these?

Since man’s days are determined, the number of his months is under your control; you have set his limit and he cannot pass it.

And so Job died, old and full of days.

For the very thing I dreaded has happened to me, and what I feared has come upon me.

By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his anger they are consumed.

The hungry eat up his harvest, and take it even from behind the thorns, and the thirsty swallow up their fortune.

“Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?

Can the papyrus plant grow tall where there is no marsh? Can reeds flourish without water?