Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?

But none saith - Where is GOD my maker, Who giveth songs in the night;

I will bring my knowledge from afar, and, to my Maker, will I attribute righteousness.

Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!

He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:

Conceiving mischief, and bringing forth iniquity, yea, their inmost soul, prepareth deceit.