That day let it be darkness, let not +God care for it from above, neither let light shine upon it:

Doth the papyrus shoot up without mire? doth the reed-grass grow without water?

Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the dust shall others grow.

Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;

Though its root grow old in the earth, and its stock die in the ground,

Wherefore do the wicked live, grow old, yea, become mighty in power?

(For from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, and I have guided the widow from my mother's womb;)

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and tares instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.