There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.


Job v. 7.

Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.


Job xvi. 2.

Miserable comforters are ye all.


Job xix. 25.

I know that my Redeemer liveth.


Job xxviii. 18.

The price of wisdom is above-rubies.


Job xxix. 15.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.


Job xxxi. 35.