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He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

Who can discern his own errors? Cleanse me from my hidden faults.

I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.

Refrain from anger and abandon wrath; do not fret—it can only bring harm.

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.

No man can possibly redeem his brother or pay his ransom to God.

For the redemption of his soul is costly, and never can payment suffice,

In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

…in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—whether green or dry—He will sweep them away.

See what they spew from their mouths—sharp words from their lips: “For who can hear us?”

Be my rock of refuge, where I can always go. Give the command to save me, for You are my rock and my fortress.

The wicked say, “How can God know? Does the Most High have knowledge?”

You alone are to be feared. When You are angry, who can stand before You?

They spoke against God, saying, “Can God really prepare a table in the wilderness?

When He struck the rock, water gushed out and torrents raged. But can He also give bread or supply His people with meat?”

Can Your loving devotion be proclaimed in the grave, Your faithfulness in Abaddon?

For who in the skies can compare with the LORD? Who among the heavenly beings is like the LORD?

What man can live and never see death? Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah

What man can live and never see death? Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah

He who affixed the ear, can He not hear? He who formed the eye, can He not see?

He who affixed the ear, can He not hear? He who formed the eye, can He not see?

Can a corrupt throne be Your ally—one devising mischief by decree?

Who can describe the mighty acts of the LORD or fully proclaim His praise?

How can I repay the LORD for all His goodness to me?

The LORD is on my side; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to Your word.

Then I can answer him who taunts, for I trust in Your word.

Abundant peace belongs to those who love Your law; nothing can make them stumble.

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

Where can I go to escape Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence?

Where can I go to escape Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence?

He casts forth His hail like pebbles. Who can withstand His icy blast?

How futile it is to spread the net where any bird can see it!

Can a man embrace fire and his clothes not be burned?

Can a man walk on hot coals without scorching his feet?

The spirit of a man can endure his sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?

The spirit of a man can endure his sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?

Many a man proclaims his loving devotion, but who can find a trustworthy man?

Who can say, “I have kept my heart pure; I am cleansed from my sin”?

A man’s steps are from the LORD, so how can anyone understand his own way?

There is no wisdom, no understanding, no counsel that can prevail against the LORD.

“They struck me, but I feel no pain! They beat me, but I did not know it! When can I wake up to search for another drink?”

For they will bring sudden destruction. Who knows what ruin they can bring?

Through patience a ruler can be persuaded, and a gentle tongue can break a bone.

Through patience a ruler can be persuaded, and a gentle tongue can break a bone.

Wrath is cruel and anger is like a flood, but who can withstand jealousy?

Be wise, my son, and bring joy to my heart, so that I can answer him who taunts me.

…and the lizard can be caught in one’s hands, yet it is found in the palaces of kings.

A wife of noble character, who can find? She is far more precious than rubies.

Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the days to come.

All things are wearisome, more than one can describe; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear content with hearing.

Is there a case where one can say, “Look, this is new”? It has already existed in the ages before us.

Then I turned to consider wisdom and madness and folly; for what more can the king’s successor do than what has already been accomplished?

For apart from Him, who can eat and who can find enjoyment?

For apart from Him, who can eat and who can find enjoyment?

I know that everything God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God does it so that they should fear Him.

I have seen that there is nothing better for a man than to enjoy his work, because that is his lot. For who can bring him to see what will come after him?

For if one falls down, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to help him up!

Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; but how can one keep warm alone?

And though one may be overpowered, two can resist. Moreover, a cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Better what the eye can see than the wandering of desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will come after him under the sun?

Consider the work of God: Who can straighten what He has bent?

What exists is out of reach and very deep. Who can fathom it?

For the king’s word is supreme, and who can say to him, “What are you doing?”

Since no one knows what will happen, who can tell him what is to come?

As no man has power over the wind to contain it, so no one has authority over his day of death. As no one can be discharged in wartime, so wickedness will not release those who practice it.

Yet the fool multiplies words. No one knows what is coming, and who can tell him what will come after him?

Their roaring is like that of a lion; they roar like young lions. They growl and seize their prey; they carry it away, and no one can rescue it.

‘Let us invade Judah, terrorize it, and divide it among ourselves. Then we can install the son of Tabeal over it as king.’

The LORD of Hosts has purposed, and who can thwart Him? His hand is outstretched, so who can turn it back?

The LORD of Hosts has purposed, and who can thwart Him? His hand is outstretched, so who can turn it back?

The princes of Zoan are mere fools; Pharaoh’s wise counselors give senseless advice. How can you say to Pharaoh, “I am one of the wise, a son of eastern kings”?

There is nothing Egypt can do—head or tail, palm or reed.

And on that day the dwellers of this coastland will say, ‘See what has happened to our source of hope, those to whom we fled for help and deliverance from the king of Assyria! How then can we escape?’”

I will place on his shoulder the key to the house of David. What he opens no one can shut, and what he shuts no one can open.

I will place on his shoulder the key to the house of David. What he opens no one can shut, and what he shuts no one can open.

I, the LORD, am its keeper; I water it continually. I guard it night and day so no one can disturb it;

You have turned things upside down, as if the potter were regarded as clay. Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, “He did not make me”? Can the pottery say of the potter, “He has no understanding”?

It will break in pieces like a potter’s jar, shattered so that no fragment can be found. Not a shard will be found in the dust large enough to scoop the coals from a hearth or to skim the water from a cistern.”

The sinners in Zion are afraid; trembling grips the ungodly: “Who of us can dwell with a consuming fire? Who of us can dwell with everlasting flames?”

The sinners in Zion are afraid; trembling grips the ungodly: “Who of us can dwell with a consuming fire? Who of us can dwell with everlasting flames?”

Now, therefore, make a bargain with my master, the king of Assyria. I will give you two thousand horses—if you can put riders on them!

For how can you repel a single officer among the least of my master’s servants when you depend on Egypt for chariots and horsemen?

Who among all the gods of these lands has delivered his land from my hand? How then can the LORD deliver Jerusalem from my hand?”

What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done this. I will walk slowly all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

The living, only the living, can thank You, as I do today; fathers will tell their children about Your faithfulness.

All the nations gather together and the peoples assemble. Who among them can declare this, and proclaim to us the former things? Let them present their witnesses to vindicate them, so that others may hear and say, “It is true.”

Even from eternity I am He, and none can deliver out of My hand. When I act, who can reverse it?”

Even from eternity I am He, and none can deliver out of My hand. When I act, who can reverse it?”

They pour out their bags of gold and weigh out silver on scales; they hire a goldsmith to fashion it into a god, so they can bow down and worship.

This is what they are to you—those with whom you have labored and traded from youth—each one strays in his own direction; not one of them can save you.

For My own sake, My very own sake, I will act; for how can I let Myself be defamed? I will not yield My glory to another.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, or lack compassion for the son of her womb? Even if she could forget, I will not forget you!

Can the plunder be snatched from the mighty, or the captives of a tyrant be delivered?

These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?

I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made your back like the ground, like a street to be traversed.”