They are dark because of ice; snow is piled up over them.

It claps its hands at him in derision and hisses him away from his place.

They were banished from the community – people shouted at them like they would shout at thieves –

“Is it to God that a strong man is of benefit? Is it to him that even a wise man is profitable?

Moreover, the strength of their hands – what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;

“While he is filling his belly, God sends his burning anger against him, and rains down his blows upon him.

“How often is the lamp of the wicked extinguished? How often does their misfortune come upon them? How often does God apportion pain to them in his anger?