Job 5

¹Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?

²For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,

³I — I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,

⁴Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

⁵Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.

⁶For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.

⁷For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.

⁸Yet I — I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,

⁹Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.

¹⁰Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.

¹¹To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high [in] safety.

¹²Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.

¹³Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,

¹⁴By day they meet darkness, And as night — they grope at noon.

¹⁵And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,