With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build desolate places for themselves,

Yet a senseless man will make bold, though man be born like the foal of a wild ass.

Behold, he breaketh down, and it is not built again; he shutteth up a man, and there is no opening.

O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!

For he hath oppressed, hath forsaken the poor; he hath violently taken away a house that he did not build.

If thou return to the Almighty, thou shalt be built up. If thou remove unrighteousness far from thy tents,

Would he plead against me with his great power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

If my step have turned out of the way, and my heart followed mine eyes, and if any blot cleaveth to my hands;

Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone!

And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.

None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?