Job 5

Call now; is there any that will answer thee?

For vexation killeth the foolish man,

I have seen the foolish taking root:

His children are far from safety,

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,

For affliction cometh not forth from the dust,

But man is born unto trouble,

But as for me, I would seek unto God,

Who doeth great things and unsearchable,

Who giveth rain upon the earth,

So that he setteth up on high those that are low,

He frustrateth the devices of the crafty,

He taketh the wise in their own craftiness;

They meet with darkness in the day-time,

But he saveth from the sword of their mouth,

So the poor hath hope,

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth:

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up;

He will deliver thee in six troubles;

In famine he will redeem thee from death;

Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue;

At destruction and dearth thou shalt laugh;

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field;

And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace;

Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great,

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age,

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is;