|"Call now; is there any one who will answer you? |
To which of the holy ones will you turn?
|Surely vexation kills the fool, |
and jealousy slays the simple.
|I have seen the fool taking root, |
but suddenly I cursed his dwelling.
|His sons are far from safety, |
they are crushed in the gate,
and there is no one to deliver them.
|His harvest the hungry eat, |
and he takes it even out of thorns;
and the thirsty pant after his wealth.
|For affliction does not come from the dust, |
nor does trouble sprout from the ground;
|but man is born to trouble |
as the sparks fly upward.
|"As for me, I would seek God, |
and to God would I commit my cause;
|who does great things and unsearchable, |
marvelous things without number:
|he gives rain upon the earth |
and sends waters upon the fields;
|he sets on high those who are lowly, |
and those who mourn are lifted to safety.
|He frustrates the devices of the crafty, |
so that their hands achieve no success.
|He takes the wise in their own craftiness; |
and the schemes of the wily are brought to a quick end.
|They meet with darkness in the daytime, |
and grope at noonday as in the night.
|But he saves the fatherless from their mouth, |
the needy from the hand of the mighty.
|So the poor have hope, |
and injustice shuts her mouth.
|"Behold, happy is the man whom God reproves; |
therefore despise not the chastening of the Almighty.
|For he wounds, but he binds up;|
he smites, but his hands heal.
|He will deliver you from six troubles; |
in seven there shall no evil touch you.
|In famine he will redeem you from death, |
and in war from the power of the sword.
|You shall be hid from the scourge of the tongue, |
and shall not fear destruction when it comes.
|At destruction and famine you shall laugh, |
and shall not fear the beasts of the earth.
|For you shall be in league with the stones of the field, |
and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with you.
|You shall know that your tent is safe, |
and you shall inspect your fold and miss nothing.
|You shall know also that your descendants shall be many, |
and your offspring as the grass of the earth.
|You shall come to your grave in ripe old age, |
as a shock of grain comes up to the threshing floor in its season.
|Lo, this we have searched out; it is true. |
Hear, and know it for your own good."
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