Job 5

¹Call, I pray thee! Is there any that answereth thee? and to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?

²For vexation killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the simple.

³I myself saw the foolish taking root, but suddenly I cursed his habitation.

⁴His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is no deliverer:

⁵Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh even out of the thorns; and the snare gapeth for his substance.

⁶For evil cometh not forth from the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

⁷For man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upwards.

⁸But as for me I will seek unto God, and unto God commit my cause;

⁹Who doeth great things and unsearchable, marvellous things without number;

¹⁰Who giveth rain on the face of the earth, and sendeth waters on the face of the fields;

¹¹Setting up on high those that are low; and mourners are exalted to prosperity.

¹²He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, and their hands carry not out the enterprise.

¹³He taketh the wise in their own craftiness; and the counsel of the wily is carried headlong:

¹⁴They meet with darkness in the daytime, and grope at midday as in the night.

¹⁵And he saveth the needy from the sword, from their mouth, and from the hand of the mighty.