Be it that I am wicked, why then do I labour in vain?

For he knoweth vain men, and seeth wickedness when man doth not consider it;

He shall shake off his unripe grapes as a vine, and shall cast his flower as an olive.

How then comfort ye me in vain? Your answers remain perfidious.

Behold, ye yourselves have all seen it; and why are ye thus altogether vain?

And God shall cast upon him and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.

Surely there is a vein for the silver, and a place for gold which they refine;

Gold and glass cannot be compared to it, nor vessels of fine gold be its exchange.

If I have made gold my hope, or said to the fine gold, My confidence!

She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern.

He lieth under lotus-bushes, in the covert of the reed and fen: