And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude is over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:

Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

A sea -monster am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?

Green he is before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.

Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.

Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?

If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.

Thou prevailest over him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not over into their midst:

Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.

For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over his confidence.

God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.

If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;

My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea He hath covered,

By two palms He hath covered the light, And layeth a charge over it in meeting,

Under the whole heavens He directeth it, And its light is over the skirts of the earth.

And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

Every high thing he doth see, He is king over all sons of pride.