Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where is he?'

For ye say, 'Where is the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'

And the wisdom -- whence is it found? And where is this, the place of understanding?

And the wisdom -- whence doth it come? And where is this, the place of understanding?

And none said, 'Where is God my maker? Giving songs in the night,

Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.

Where is this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where is this -- its place?

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!