he gives rain on the earth, and sends water on the fields;

For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.

Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.

It lives on a rock and spends the night there, on a rocky crag and a fortress.

He pours contempt on noblemen and disarms the powerful.

Whatever you decide on a matter, it will be established for you, and light will shine on your ways.

Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;

You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.

which the clouds pour down and shower on humankind abundantly.

That day – let it be darkness; let not God on high regard it, nor let light shine on it!

A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.

Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step.

The likes of it is not on earth, a creature without fear.

On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.

Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.

Is there any falsehood on my lips? Can my mouth not discern evil things?

my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,

Surely mockery is with me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

Can anyone teach God knowledge, since he judges those that are on high?

They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.