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Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word [is] with thee,

For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:

`All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.

He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched [is] he for the sword.

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

Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.

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

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

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

For the company of the profane [is] gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

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

At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.

O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

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

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves [are] for me.

For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

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

And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.