(0.32) | Job 15:7 | “Were you the first man ever born? Were you brought forth before the hills? |
(0.32) | Job 15:14 | What is man that he should be pure, or one born of woman, that he should be righteous? |
(0.32) | Job 16:3 | Will 1 there be an end to your 2 windy words? 3 Or what provokes 4 you that you answer? 5 |
(0.32) | Job 17:3 | Make then my pledge 1 with you. Who else will put up security for me? 2 |
(0.32) | Job 17:7 | My eyes have grown dim 1 with grief; my whole frame 2 is but a shadow. |
(0.32) | Job 19:22 | Why do you pursue me like God does? 1 Will you never be satiated with my flesh? 2 |
(0.32) | Job 29:20 | My glory 1 will always be fresh 2 in me, and my bow ever new in my hand.’ |
(0.32) | Job 31:20 | whose heart did not bless me 1 as he warmed himself with the fleece of my sheep, 2 |
(0.32) | Job 34:13 | Who entrusted 1 to him the earth? And who put him over 2 the whole world? |
(0.32) | Job 38:11 | when I said, ‘To here you may come 1 and no farther, 2 here your proud waves will be confined’? 3 |
(0.32) | Job 38:18 | Have you considered the vast expanses of the earth? Tell me, if you know it all! |
(0.32) | Psa 7:2 | Otherwise they will rip 1 me 2 to shreds like a lion; they will tear me to bits and no one will be able to rescue me. 3 |
(0.32) | Psa 10:13 | Why does the wicked man reject God? 1 He says to himself, 2 “You 3 will not hold me accountable.” 4 |
(0.32) | Psa 22:7 | All who see me taunt 1 me; they mock me 2 and shake their heads. 3 |
(0.32) | Psa 25:15 | I continually look to the Lord for help, 1 for he will free my feet from the enemy’s net. 2 |
(0.32) | Psa 34:2 | I will boast 1 in the Lord; let the oppressed hear and rejoice! 2 |
(0.32) | Psa 34:6 | This oppressed man cried out and the Lord heard; he saved him 1 from all his troubles. |
(0.32) | Psa 44:15 | All day long I feel humiliated 1 and am overwhelmed with shame, 2 |
(0.32) | Psa 44:24 | Why do you look the other way, 1 and ignore 2 the way we are oppressed and mistreated? 3 |
(0.32) | Psa 50:10 | For every wild animal in the forest belongs to me, as well as the cattle that graze on a thousand hills. 1 |