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For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon the toils.

A noose is hid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

His strength shall be hunger-bitten and calamity shall be ready for his halting.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no judgment.

They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

That with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!

Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another. My reins are consumed within me.

Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?

That which he laboured for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; according to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.

For he hath oppressed and forsaken the poor; he hath violently taken away an house, and he shall not build it up.

All darkness is laid up for his treasures: a fire not blown by man shall devour him; it shall consume that which is left in his tent.

As for me, is my complaint to man? and why should I not be impatient?

Yet they said unto God, Depart from us; for we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.

Ye say, God layeth up his iniquity for his children. Let him recompense it unto himself, that he may know it.

For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? and where is the tent wherein the wicked dwelt?

Is it for thy fear of him that he reproveth thee, that he entereth with thee into judgment?