For you'll have a pact with the stones in the field; and the beasts of the field will be at peace with you.

When he withholds water, rivers dry up; when he lets them loose, they'll flood the land.

A flood will wash away his house; dragging it away when God becomes angry.

you see nothing but darkness, and a flood of troubles drowns you."

They reap fodder in the field and glean in the vineyard of the wicked.

Terror will overtake him like a flood, at night, a tornado will sweep him away.

But my harp is in mourning; my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping."

Their young are strong; they grow up in the open field; then they go off and don't return to them."

"Should the one who is fighting the Almighty find fault with him? Let God's accuser answer."