'Doth' in the Bible

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

Is not he who rose against us destroyed, and doth not the fire consume his residue?

Thou dost make supplication unto Him, And He doth hear thee, And thy vows thou completest.

I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.

In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth it in me.

There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.

On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

For He doth complete my portion, And many such things are with Him.

Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.

At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so doth the grave those which have sinned.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of nothing my word?

Is there any number of his armies? and upon whom doth not his light arise?

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.

And the wisdom -- whence doth it come? And where is this, the place of understanding?

For He to the ends of the earth doth look, Under the whole heavens He doth see,

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,

I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?

If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to deceit,

He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

For a fire it is, to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.

For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'

For once doth God speak, and twice, (He doth not behold it.)

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

Then He doth favour him and saith, 'Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.'

Lo, all these doth God work, Twice -- thrice with man,

For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.

For he hath said, 'It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

Yea, truly, God doth not do wickedly, And the Mighty doth not pervert judgment.

If He doth set on him His heart, His spirit and his breath unto Him He gathereth.

Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.

Yea, doth one hating justice govern? Or the Most Just dost thou condemn?

For His eyes are on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.

For He doth not suffer man any more, To go unto God in judgment,

By thee doth He recompense, That thou hast refused -- That thou dost choose, and not I? And what thou hast known, speak.

Job -- not with knowledge doth he speak, And his words are not with wisdom.

For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.

For thou sayest, 'What doth it profit Thee! What do I profit from my sin?'

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

There they cry, and He doth not answer, Because of the pride of evil doers.

Surely vanity God doth not hear, And the Mighty doth not behold it.

But now, because he hath not visited in his anger, doth not Job know his great arrogancy?

Therefore doth Job open his mouth in vain; he multiplieth words without knowledge.

He withdraweth not his eyes from the righteous: but with kings are they on the throne; yea, he doth establish them for ever, and they are exalted.

Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.

Lo, God doth sit on high by His power, Who is like Him -- a teacher?

When He doth diminish droppings of the waters, They refine rain according to its vapour,

Yea, doth any understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?

For by them He doth judge peoples, He giveth food in abundance.

After it roar doth a voice -- He thundereth with the voice of His excellency, And He doth not hold them back, When His voice is heard.

And enter doth the beast into covert, And in its habitations it doth continue.

Yea, by filling He doth press out a cloud, Scatter a cloud doth His light.

Whether for a rod, or for His land, Or for kindness -- He doth cause it to come.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

The Mighty! we have not found Him out, High in power and judgment, He doth not answer! And abundant in righteousness,

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?