For, with the stones of the field, shall be thy covenant, and, the wild beast of the field, hath been made thy friend;

And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;

And thou shalt know, that numerous is thy seed, and, thine offspring, like the young shoots of the field.

My days, therefore, are swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have seen no good.

His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;

Or darkness - thou canst not see, and, a flood of waters, covereth thee.

Dark clouds, are a veil to him, and he cannot see, or, the vault of the heavens, doth he walk?

In the field - -a man's fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;

Thus is attuned to mourning - my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.

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

Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;