If He doth set on him His heart, His spirit and his breath unto Him He gathereth.

And the profane in heart set the face, They cry not when He hath bound them.

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.

If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.