whose trust is in something futile, whose security is a spider’s web.

he who crushes me with a tempest, and multiplies my wounds for no reason.

what wise men declare, hiding nothing, from the tradition of their ancestors,

You, whose garments are hot when the earth is still because of the south wind,

to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place?

Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?

He who removes mountains suddenly, who overturns them in his anger;

Although I am innocent, I could not answer him; I could only plead with my judge for mercy.

Will you keep to the old path that evil men have walked –

men who were carried off before their time, when the flood was poured out on their foundations?

Remember to extol his work, which people have praised in song.

which the clouds pour down and shower on humankind abundantly.

which I reserve for the time of trouble, for the day of war and battle?

how much more to those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?

The hungry eat up his harvest, and take it even from behind the thorns, and the thirsty swallow up their fortune.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.

in whose hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all the human race.

he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.

whom I will see for myself, and whom my own eyes will behold, and not another. My heart grows faint within me.

I will teach you about the power of God; What is on the Almighty’s mind I will not conceal.