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Give ear, and hear ye my voice, - Hearken, and hear ye my speech: -

All day long, doth the plowman plow for sowing? Doth he continue laying open and harrowing his soil?

Doth he not when he hath levelled the face thereof, Cast abroad the fennel? And, the cummin, doth he not scatter? And plant wheat in rows, And barley in a lot, And spelt in the border thereof?

Yea One hath trained him to good judgment, His God, directeth him.

For not with a sledge, must, black coriander be threshed, Nor must, the wheel of a cart, on cummin, be turned, But with a staff, must fennel be eaten, And cummin with a rod:

Bread-corn, must be crushed, - Yet would he not be evermore, threshing, it, So he hasteneth over it the wheel of his cart, with his horsemen, He crusheth it not!

Even this, from Yahweh of hosts, cometh forth, - Who hath bestowed distinction upon counsel, And magnified sound wisdom.