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If his children be multiplied, for them, there is the sword, and, his offspring, shall not be filled with bread;

Though there is, for silver, a vein, and a place for the gold they refine;

An end, hath one set to the darkness, and, into every extremity, is, he, making search, for the stone of darkness and death-shade;

As for the earth, out of it, cometh forth bread, and, under it, is upturned, as it were fire;

For, he, unto the ends of the earth, directeth his look, under all the heavens, he seeth;

Making, for the wind, a weight, and, the waters, he proved by measure,

When he made, for the rain, a decree, and a way for the lightning of thunders,

Because I used to deliver the oppressed who was crying out for aid, the fatherless also, and him that had no helper;

The blessing of him that was ready to perish, upon me was wont to descend, and, the heart of the widow, caused I to sing for joy;

A father, was, I, to the needy, and, as for the cause which I knew not, I used to search it out;

My root, is laid open to the waters, and, the dew, shall lodge for the night in my boughs;

To me, men hearkened, and waited, and kept silence for my counsel;

And they waited, as for rain, for me, and, their mouths, they opened wide for the spring-rain;

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;

I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.

Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity - for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;