He pours contempt on noblemen and disarms the powerful.

Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?

“Surely now you count my steps; then you would not mark my sin.

He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.

Because you have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.

Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

Fire resides in his tent; over his residence burning sulfur is scattered.

People of the west are appalled at his fate; people of the east are seized with horror, saying,

As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and that as the last he will stand upon the earth.

His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.

“Nothing is left for him to devour; that is why his prosperity does not last.

Look at me and be appalled; put your hands over your mouths.

Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.

That is why snares surround you, and why sudden fear terrifies you,

and throw your gold in the dust – your gold of Ophir among the rocks in the ravines –

“Even today my complaint is still bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.

That is why I am terrified in his presence; when I consider, I am afraid because of him.

God may let them rest in a feeling of security, but he is constantly watching all their ways.

Will he find delight in the Almighty? Will he call out to God at all times?

“I made a covenant with my eyes; how then could I entertain thoughts against a virgin?