If I call to the pit, ‘You are my father’;
To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’;

“A mother will forget him;
The worm feeds sweetly till he is no longer remembered.
And wickedness will be broken like a tree.

How much less man, that maggot,
And the son of man, that worm!”

“What a help you are to the weak!
How you have saved the arm without strength!

Let my shoulder fall from the socket,
And my arm be broken off at the elbow.

“Because of the multitude of oppressions they cry out;
They cry for help because of the arm of the mighty.

“From the wicked their light is withheld,
And the uplifted arm is broken.

“Or do you have an arm like God,
And can you thunder with a voice like His?