When he prepared the heavens, there, was I! When he decreed a vault upon the face of the resounding deep;

They smote me - I felt no pain, They struck me down - I noticed it not, - When shall I wake up? I will go on, I will seek it, again!

Prepare, in the open, thy work, and make ready, in the field, for thyself, Afterwards, shalt thou build thy house.

By the field of the sluggard, I passed, and by the vineyard of a man lacking sense;

There are, lambs, for thy clothing, and, for the price of thy field, there are he-goats;

She considereth a field, and procureth it, Out of the fruit of her hands, she planteth a vineyard: