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I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.

He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.

He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.

…he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who had seen him will ask, ‘Where is he?’

He will fly away like a dream, never to be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.

He will fly away like a dream, never to be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.

They send forth their little ones like a flock; their children skip about,

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

Indeed, like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor go to work foraging for food; the wasteland is food for their children.

When daylight is gone, the murderer rises to kill the poor and needy; in the night he is like a thief.

The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.

May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.

Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,

Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,

The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.

The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.

Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.

After my words, they spoke no more; my speech settled on them like dew.

They waited for me as for rain and drank in my words like spring showers.

They were banished from among men, shouted at like thieves,

Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.

He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.

…if I have covered my transgressions like Adam by hiding my guilt in my heart,

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder and wear it like a crown.

I would give account of all my steps; I would approach Him like a prince.)—

Behold, my belly is like unvented wine; it is about to burst like a new wineskin.

Behold, my belly is like unvented wine; it is about to burst like a new wineskin.

I am just like you before God; I was also formed from clay.

…then his flesh is refreshed like a child’s; he returns to the days of his youth.

But if you have something to say, answer me; speak up, for I would like to vindicate you.

What man is like Job, who drinks up derision like water?

What man is like Job, who drinks up derision like water?

If only Job were tried to the utmost for answering like a wicked man.

Your wickedness affects only a man like yourself, and your righteousness only a son of man.

Behold, God is exalted in His power. Who is a teacher like Him?

…can you, like Him, spread out the skies, as strong as a mirror of bronze?

Now brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall inform Me.

The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its hills stand out like the folds of a garment.

The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its hills stand out like the folds of a garment.

Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?

“Now brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall inform Me.

Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?

Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?

Look at Behemoth, which I made along with you. He feeds on grass like an ox.

His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.

Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?

His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.

His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water, yielding its fruit in season, whose leaf does not wither, and who prospers in all he does.

Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.

You will break them with an iron scepter; You will shatter them like pottery.”

…or they will shred my soul like a lion and tear me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

He lies in wait like a lion in a thicket; he lurks to seize the oppressed; he catches the lowly in his net.

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!

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon the LORD.

…like a lion greedy for prey, like a young lion lurking in ambush.

…like a lion greedy for prey, like a young lion lurking in ambush.

He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.

I ground them as dust in the face of the wind; I trampled them like mud in the streets.

Like a bridegroom emerging from his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course,

Like a bridegroom emerging from his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course,

They open their jaws against me like lions that roar and maul.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.

Of David. To You, O LORD, I call; be not deaf to me, O my Rock. For if You remain silent, I will be like those descending to the Pit.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young wild ox.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young wild ox.

I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.

I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.

Do not be like the horse or mule, which have no understanding; they must be controlled with bit and bridle to make them come to you.

May they be like chaff in the wind, as the angel of the LORD drives them away.

All my bones will exclaim, “Who is like You, O LORD, who delivers the afflicted from the aggressor, the poor and needy from the robber?”

I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.

Like godless jesters at a feast, they gnashed their teeth at me.

Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.

Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.

For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender plants.

For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender plants.

He will bring forth your righteousness like the dawn, your justice like the noonday sun.

He will bring forth your righteousness like the dawn, your justice like the noonday sun.

But the wicked and enemies of the LORD will perish like the glory of the fields. They will vanish; like smoke they will fade away.

But the wicked and enemies of the LORD will perish like the glory of the fields. They will vanish; like smoke they will fade away.

I have seen a wicked, ruthless man flourishing like a well-rooted native tree,

But like a deaf man, I do not hear; and like a mute man, I do not open my mouth.

But like a deaf man, I do not hear; and like a mute man, I do not open my mouth.

I am like a man who cannot hear, whose mouth offers no reply.

Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.

You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor. Selah

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.

Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”