And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, - and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.

For sorrow, cometh not forth out of the dust, - nor, out of the ground, sprouteth trouble.

Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!

Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, - and a snare for him, on the path.

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Let my wife, grind to another, and, over her, let others bend!

If, against me, my ground used to cry out, and, together, my ridges did weep;

He will not keep alive one who is lawless, but, the right of oppressed ones, will he grant;

He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.

With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, - he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;