He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure.

Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

That with an iron pen and lead They were graven in the rock for ever!

Canst thou lead forth the Mazzaroth in their season? Or canst thou guide the Bear with her train?

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.