For you will have a pact with the stones of the field, and the wild animals will be at peace with you.

Will there be an end to your windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer?

"O earth, do not cover my blood, nor let there be a secret place for my cry.

How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?

"Reconcile yourself with God, and be at peace with him; in this way your prosperity will be good.

"O that I could be as I was in the months now gone, in the days when God watched over me,

If my heart has been enticed by a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor's door,