Study Desk

He leans on his web, but it doesn’t stand firm.He grabs it, but it does not hold up.

Yes, I know what you’ve said is true,but how can a person be justified before God?

But if only God would speakand open his lips against you!

But a stupid person will gain understandingas soon as a wild donkey is born a human!

But the sight of the wicked will fail.Their way of escape will be cut off,and their only hope is their last breath.

But I also have a mind like you;I am not inferior to you.Who doesn’t know the things you are talking about?

But ask the animals, and they will instruct you;ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you.

But a person dies and fades away;he breathes his last—where is he?

But as a mountain collapses and crumblesand a rock is dislodged from its place,

But you even undermine the fear of Godand hinder meditation before him.

I was at ease, but he shattered me;he seized me by the scruff of the neckand smashed me to pieces.He set me up as his target;

My eyes have grown dim from grief,and my whole body has become but a shadow.

But come back and try again, all of you.I will not find a wise man among you.

I cry out: “Violence!” but get no response;I call for help, but there is no justice.

I call for my servant, but he does not answer,even if I beg him with my own mouth.

But I know that my Redeemer lives,and at the end he will stand on the dust.

His frame may be full of youthful vigor,but it will lie down with him in dust.

He swallows wealth but must vomit it up;God will force it from his stomach.

But their prosperity is not of their own doing.The counsel of the wicked is far from me!

But they both lie in the dust,and worms cover them.