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Swift is he on the face of the waters, Speedily vanished their share in the land, He turneth not to the way of the vineyards.

Drought and heat, steal away snow water, Hades, them who have sinned.

Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.

He oppresseth the barren who beareth not, and, to the widow, he doeth not good;

Yea he draggeth along the mighty by his strength, He riseth up, and none hath assurance of life;

It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?