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For, the family of the impious, is unfruitful, and, a fire, hath devoured the tents of bribery;

His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me.

At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:

O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.

And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: -

That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, - Even a son of man, for his friend!

Appoint it, I pray thee - be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?

For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.

He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.

But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch;

Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!

One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, - For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?

For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;

Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, - and a snare for him, on the path.

Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me!

That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven!

That, the joy-shout of the lawless, is short, and, the rejoicing of the impious, for a moment?

For he hath oppressed - hath forsaken the poor, A house, hath he seized, which he cannot rebuild.