God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

The earth! from it cometh forth bread, And its under-part is turned like fire.

For He to the ends of the earth doth look, Under the whole heavens He doth see,

Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

Under the whole heavens He directeth it, And its light is over the skirts of the earth.

Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.