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It toucheth thee, and thou art affrighted.
6Is not thy fear of God thy confidence,
And thy hope the integrity of thy ways?
7Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent?
Or where were the upright cut off?
8According as I have seen, they that plow iniquity,
And sow mischief, reap the same.
9By the breath of God they perish,
And by the blast of His anger are they consumed.
10The lion roareth, and the fierce lion howleth—
Yet the teeth of the young lions are broken.
11The old lion perisheth for lack of prey,
And the whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.
12Now a word was secretly brought to me,
And mine ear received a whisper thereof.
13In thoughts from the visions of the night,
When deep sleep falleth on men,
14Fear came upon me, and trembling,
And all my bones were made to shake. 15Then a spirit passed before my face,
That made the hair of my flesh to stand up.
16It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof;
A form was before mine eyes; I heard a still voice:
17'Shall mortal man be just before God?
Shall a man be pure before his Maker?
18Behold, He putteth no trust in His servants,
And His angels He chargeth with folly;
19How much more them that dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
20Betwixt morning and evening they are shattered;
They perish for ever without any regarding it.
21Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?
They die, and that without wisdom.'
5 Call now; is there any that will answer thee?
And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?
2For anger killeth the foolish man,
And envy slayeth the silly one.
3I have seen the foolish taking root;
But suddenly I beheld his habitation cursed.
4His children are far from safety,
And are crushed in the gate, with none to deliver them.
5Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,
And taketh it even out of the thorns, and the snare gapeth for their substance.
6For affliction cometh not forth from the dust,
Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
7But man is born unto trouble,
As the sparks fly upward.
8But as for me, I would seek unto God,
And unto God would I commit my cause;
9Who doeth great things and unsearchable,
Marvellous things without number;
10Who giveth rain upon the earth,