For sorrow, cometh not forth out of the dust, - nor, out of the ground, sprouteth trouble.

Who giveth rain, upon the face of the earth, and sendeth forth waters, over the face of the open fields;

Who doeth great things, beyond all search, - Wondrous things, till they cannot be recounted;

Setting the lowly on high, and, mourners, are uplifted to safety;

Who doth frustrate the schemes of the crafty, that their hands cannot achieve abiding success;

But he saveth from the sword, out of their mouth, and, out of the hand of the strong, the needy.

Who captureth the wise in their own craftiness, yea the headlong counsel of the crooked:

By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.

Thus to the poor hath come hope, and, perversity, hath shut her mouth.

For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.

At destruction and at hunger, shalt thou laugh, and, of the wild beast of the earth, be not thou afraid;

Call, I pray thee - is there one to answer thee? Or, to which of the holy ones, wilt thou turn?

For, to the foolish man, death is caused by vexation, and, the simple one, is slain by jealousy.

During the scourge of the tongue, shalt thou be hid, neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh;

For, with the stones of the field, shall be thy covenant, and, the wild beast of the field, hath been made thy friend;

And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;

In famine, he will ransom thee from death, and in battle from the power of the sword;

Thou shalt come, yet robust, to the grave, as a stack of sheaves mounteth up in its season.

Whose harvest, the hungry, eateth up, and, even out of thorn hedges, he taketh it, and the snare gapeth for their substance.

And thou shalt know, that numerous is thy seed, and, thine offspring, like the young shoots of the field.

I, have seen the foolish taking root, and then hath his home decayed, in a moment:

Lo! as for this, we have searched it out - so, it is, Hear it, and know, thou, for thyself.

His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:

Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;

Though, man, to trouble, were born, as, sparks, on high, do soar,

In six troubles, he will rescue thee, and, in seven, there shall smite thee no misfortune:

Yet indeed, I, would seek unto El, and, unto Elohim, would I set forth any cause: -