He will not give me to draw in my spirit, for he will fill me with bitterness.

For there is hope for a tree if it shall be cut down, and it shall yet revive, and its suckers shall not cease.

He will lay me waste round about, and I shall go: and he will remove my hope as a tree.

And the clods of the valley were sweet to him, and every man shall draw after him, and before him no number.

The womb shall forget him; the worm sucked him; he shall be no more remembered: and iniquity shall be broken as a tree.

And he drew the mighty in his power: he will rise up and none shall be sure in living.

For what the hope of the profane one if he shall plunder? for God shall draw out his soul.

They tore up my beaten path, they helped for my fall, no help to them.

If my heart was seduced by woman, and I laid wait at the door of my neighbor;

, If I, shall fear a great multitude, and the contempt of families terrify me, and I will be silent and not go out of my door.

The number of my steps I shall announce to him: as a leader I shall draw near to him.

And his soul will draw near to the pit, and his life to the dead.

Wilt thou draw out the crocodile with a hook and with a cord wilt thou press down his tongue?