Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of
the holy ones dost thou turn?
For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to
death the simple,
I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his
Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the
gate, And there is no deliverer.
Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns
taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the
ground springeth up misery.
For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful,
till there is no numbering.
Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending
waters on the out-places.
To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been
high in safety.
Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not
Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling
ones was hastened,
By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at
And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong
hand the needy,
And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut
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
In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil
striketh not on thee.
In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle
from the hands of the sword.
When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not
afraid of destruction, When it cometh.
At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast
of the earth, Thou art not afraid.
(For with sons of the field is thy covenant, And the
beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)
And thou hast known that thy tent is peace, And
inspected thy habitation, and errest not,
And hast known that numerous is Thy seed, And thine
offspring as the herb of the earth;
Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a
stalk in its season.
Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it is right,
hearken; And thou, know for thyself!