I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

Should a wise man make answer with vain knowledge, And fill himself with the east wind?

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, And shall cast off his flower as the olive-tree.

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

How then comfort ye me in vain, Seeing in your answers there remaineth only falsehood?

Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?

For God'shall hurl at him, and not spare: He would fain flee out of his hand.

Gold and glass cannot equal it, Neither shall it be exchanged for jewels of fine gold.

If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain,'she is without fear;

He lieth under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?