Job 5
And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?
And jealousy slayeth the silly one.
But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
And they are crushed in the gate,
Neither is there any to deliver them:
And taketh it even out of the thorns;
And the snare gapeth for their substance.
Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
As the sparks fly upward.
And unto God would I commit my cause;
Marvellous things without number:
And sendeth waters upon the fields;
And those that mourn are exalted to safety.
So that their hands cannot perform their enterprise.
And the counsel of the cunning is carried headlong.
And grope at noonday as in the night.
Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.
And iniquity stoppeth her mouth.
Therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty.
He woundeth, and his hands make whole.
Yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.
And in war from the power of the sword.
Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.
Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.
And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.
And thou shalt visit thy fold, and shalt miss nothing.
And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.
Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.
Hear it, and know thou it for thy good.