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But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;

But he saveth from the sword of their mouth, Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?

The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);

He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure.

Of a truth I know that it is so: But how can man be just with God?

Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: He passeth on also, but I perceive him not.

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against thee,

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, And they shall have no way to flee; And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.

No doubt but ye are the people, And wisdom shall die with you.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: Yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; And the birds of the heavens, and they shall tell thee:

But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?