'Doth' in the Bible

and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst.

Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought?

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

and Sheba doth fall, and take them, and the young men they have smitten by the mouth of the sword, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

And Job riseth, and rendeth his robe, and shaveth his head, and falleth to the earth, and doth obeisance,

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst to station himself by Jehovah.

And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'A skin for a skin, and all that a man hath he doth give for his life.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.

And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.

Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.

Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.

That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.

How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?

He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

Doth God pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice?

If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,

'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

So are the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

If one doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.

If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.

God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?

If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.

If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.

For he hath known men of vanity, And He seeth iniquity, And one doth not consider it!

And above the noon doth age rise, Thou fliest -- as the morning thou art.

Truly -- ye are the people, And with you doth wisdom die.

And yet, ask, I pray thee, One of the beasts, and it doth shew thee, And a fowl of the heavens, And it doth declare to thee.

Doth not the ear try words? and the mouth taste his meat?

Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.

Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?

Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?

Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

Who is he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

Doth a wise man answer with vain knowledge? And fill with an east wind his belly?

Why doth thine heart carry thee away? and what do thy eyes wink at,

A fearful voice is in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.

He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

To conceive misery, and to bear iniquity, Even their heart doth prepare deceit.

Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.

For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.

To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.

The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where is he?'

The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

He is giving back what he laboured for, And doth not consume it; As a bulwark is his exchange, and he exults not.

For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.

Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.

His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

Because of thy reverence Doth He reason with thee? He entereth with thee into judgment:

Therefore round about thee are snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.

Or darkness -- thou dost not see, And abundance of waters doth cover thee.

And thou sayest, How doth God know? can he judge through the dark cloud?