Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.