According as I have seen, they that plow iniquity, And sow trouble, reap the same.

Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; Their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.