"Can the papyrus grow up without mire? Can the rushes grow without water?

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, much elder than your father.

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

"Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

For what does he care for his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off?

(no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);

let briars grow instead of wheat, and stinkweed instead of barley." The words of Job are ended.

Out of whose womb came the ice? The gray frost of the sky, who has given birth to it?

Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don't return again.