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How much less, then, when you say that you do not see Him, that your case is before Him and you must wait for Him,

…then He tells them their deeds and how arrogantly they have transgressed.

Furthermore, who can understand how the clouds spread out, how the thunder roars from His pavilion?

Furthermore, who can understand how the clouds spread out, how the thunder roars from His pavilion?

See how He scatters His lightning around Him and covers the depths of the sea.

Do you know how God dispatches the clouds or makes the lightning flash?

Do you understand how the clouds float, those wonders of Him who is perfect in knowledge?

“Behold, I am insignificant. How can I reply to You? I place my hand over my mouth.

A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!

A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!

How long, O men, will my honor be maligned? How long will you love vanity and seek after lies? Selah

How long, O men, will my honor be maligned? How long will you love vanity and seek after lies? Selah

My soul is deeply distressed. How long, O LORD, how long?

My soul is deeply distressed. How long, O LORD, how long?

For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! You have set Your glory above the heavens.

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth!

Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,

For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O LORD, the king rejoices in Your strength. How greatly he exults in Your salvation!

How great is Your goodness which You have laid up for those who fear You, which You have bestowed before the sons of men on those who take refuge in You!

How long, O Lord, will You look on? Rescue my soul from their ravages, my precious life from these lions.

How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings!

“Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.

These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.

How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!

How far away I would flee! In the wilderness I would remain. Selah

See how they lie in wait for me. Fierce men conspire against me for no transgression or sin of my own, O LORD.

How long will you threaten a man? Will all of you throw him down like a leaning wall or a tottering fence?

Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds! So great is Your power that Your enemies cower before You.

Come and see the works of God; how awesome are His deeds toward mankind.

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

How suddenly they are laid waste, completely swept away by terrors!

There are no signs for us to see. There is no longer any prophet. And none of us knows how long this will last.

How long, O God, will the enemy taunt You? Will the foe revile Your name forever?

Remember how the enemy has mocked You, O LORD, how a foolish people has spurned Your name.

Remember how the enemy has mocked You, O LORD, how a foolish people has spurned Your name.

Rise up, O God; defend Your cause! Remember how the fool mocks You all day long.

How often they disobeyed Him in the wilderness and grieved Him in the desert!

How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?

O LORD God of Hosts, how long will Your anger smolder against the prayers of Your people?

…how soon I would subdue their enemies and turn My hand against their foes!

“How long will you judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked? Selah

See how Your enemies rage, how Your foes have reared their heads.

See how Your enemies rage, how Your foes have reared their heads.

For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your dwelling place, O LORD of Hosts!

How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You. Selah

O LORD of Hosts, how blessed is the man who trusts in You!

How long, O LORD? Will You hide Yourself forever? Will Your wrath keep burning like fire?

…how Your enemies have taunted, O LORD, and have mocked every step of Your anointed one!

Return, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on Your servants.

How great are Your works, O LORD, how deep are Your thoughts!

How great are Your works, O LORD, how deep are Your thoughts!

How long will the wicked, O LORD, how long will the wicked exult?

How long will the wicked, O LORD, how long will the wicked exult?

How many are Your works, O LORD! In wisdom You have made them all; the earth is full of Your creatures.

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

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

How I long for Your precepts! Revive me in Your righteousness.

How many days must Your servant wait? When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?

Oh, how I love Your law! All day long it is my meditation.

How sweet are Your words to my taste—sweeter than honey in my mouth!

Consider how I love Your precepts, O LORD; give me life according to Your loving devotion.

…how he swore an oath to the LORD, and vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:

A song of ascents. Of David. Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!

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

How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God, how vast is their sum!

How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God, how vast is their sum!

Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and lovely to praise Him!

Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and lovely to praise Him!

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

“How long, O simple ones, will you love your simple ways? How long will scoffers delight in their scorn and fools hate knowledge?

“How long, O simple ones, will you love your simple ways? How long will scoffers delight in their scorn and fools hate knowledge?

…and you will say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof!

How long will you lie there, O slacker? When will you get up from your sleep?

If the righteous receive their due on earth, how much more the ungodly and the sinner!

Sheol and Abaddon lie open before the LORD—how much more the hearts of men!

A man takes joy in a fitting reply—and how good is a timely word!

The heart of the righteous ponders how to answer, but the mouth of the wicked blurts out evil.

How much better to acquire wisdom than gold! To gain understanding is more desirable than silver.

Eloquent words are unfit for a fool; how much worse are lying lips to a ruler!

All the brothers of a poor man hate him—how much more do his friends avoid him! He may pursue them with pleading, but they are nowhere to be found.

Luxury is unseemly for a fool—how much worse for a slave to rule over princes!

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

The sacrifice of the wicked is detestable—how much more so when brought with ill intent!

If you faint in the day of distress, how small is your strength!

There is a generation—how haughty are their eyes and pretentious are their glances—

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

Better is a poor but wise youth than an old but foolish king who no longer knows how to take a warning.

A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with his prosperity and does not even receive a proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.

What advantage, then, has the wise man over the fool? What gain comes to the poor man who knows how to conduct himself before others?

For the more words, the more futility—and how does that profit anyone?

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the bones are formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.

How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.

How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.