At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast of the earth, Thou art not afraid.

(For with sons of the field is thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

And enter doth the beast into covert, And in its habitations it doth continue.

And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.