Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.

I -- I am become wicked; why is this? In vain I labour.

And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.

I -- to man is my complaint? and if so, wherefore May not my temper become short?

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

Then He declareth to them their work, And their transgressions, Because they have become mighty,