Although affliction cometh not forth from the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth waters upon the fields:

Who doeth great things and unsearchable; wonderful things without number:

To set on high those that are low: that those who mourn may be exalted to safety.

He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, so that their hands cannot perform their enterprise.

But he saveth the poor from the sword, from their mouth, and from the hand of the mighty.

He taketh the wise in their own craftiness: and the counsel of the froward is carried headlong.

They meet with darkness in the day-time, and grope in the noon-day as in the night.

So the poor hath hope, and iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh: neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

Call now, if there is any that will answer thee; and to which of the saints wilt thou turn?

For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue: neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field: and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

And thou shalt know that thy tabernacle will be in peace; and thou shalt visit thy habitation, and shalt not sin.

In famine he will redeem thee from death: and in war from the power of the sword.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, as a shock of corn cometh in in its season.

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.

Thou shalt know also that thy seed will be great, and thy offspring as the grass of the earth.

I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:

Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

He will deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.

I would seek to God, and to God would I commit my cause: