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Thou prevailest [over] him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

Doth a wise man answer [with] vain knowledge? And fill [with] an east wind his belly?

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

A fearful voice [is] in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.

He is wandering for bread -- `Where [is] it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.

For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over [his] confidence.

He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.

He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.

His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all.