Job 5

¹Call now; is there any that will answer thee? And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?

²For vexation killeth the foolish man, And jealousy slayeth the silly one.

³I have seen the foolish taking root: But suddenly I cursed his habitation.

⁴His children are far from safety, And they are crushed in the gate, Neither is there any 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, And sendeth waters upon the fields;

¹¹So that he setteth up on high those that are low, And those that mourn are exalted to safety.

¹²He frustrateth the devices of the crafty, So that their hands cannot perform their enterprise.

¹³He taketh the wise in their own craftiness; And the counsel of the cunning is carried headlong.

¹⁴They meet with darkness in the day-time, And grope at noonday as in the night.

But he saveth from the sword of their mouth, Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.