And he hath dwelt in desolate cities, In houses which no man inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps;

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, And are become unclean in your sight?

Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?

Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?

And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

The waters hide themselves and become like stone, And the face of the deep is frozen.

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.