when lo! a great wind, came from over the desert, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they died, - and escaped am, only I alone, to tell thee.

And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, - and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.

Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.

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

Who doeth great things, past finding out, and marvels, beyond number.

Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, - and a snare for him, on the path.

Nothing escaped his devouring greed, - For this cause, shall his prosperity not continue:

Is not, thy wickedness, great? and, without end, are not thine iniquities?

For what shall be the hope of the impious, though he graspeth with greed, when GOD shall draw forth his soul?

If I rejoiced because great was my substance, and, an abundance, my hand had discovered;

Then let me be made to tremble at a great throng, yea let, the contempt of families, terrify me, so that, keeping silence, I shall not go out of the door!

Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.

Because there is wrath, beware lest he take thee away with a stroke, Then let not, a great ransom, mislead thee.

GOD thundereth with his voice, wonderfully, Doing great things, which we cannot know;

The Almighty, whom we have not fully found out, is great in vigour, - Neither, justice nor abounding righteousness, will he weaken.

Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that - with the ridge - shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?

Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue?

Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?