Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:

Should, the multitude of words, not be answered? Or should, a man full of talk, be justified?

I said, Days, should speak, - and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.

By reason of the multitude of oppressions, men make outcry, They cry for help, by reason of the arm of the mighty;