“Then I would still have consolation,
And I would jump for joy amid unsparing pain,
That I have not denied or hidden the words of the Holy One.

He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.

Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

His branch is cut off before its time, and his leaf is no longer green.

For his own feet lead him into a net,
and he strays into its mesh.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall lead him away to the king of terrors:

That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!

They send forth their children by flocks, and their sons lead the dance.

My feet stay where his footsteps lead; I kept on his pathway and haven't turned aside.

The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in pledge the ox of the widow,

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Yes, I know that You will lead me to death—
the place appointed for all who live.

Be careful that no one lures you with riches;
do not let a large ransom lead you astray.

"Now I'll conclude with this: my heart is trembling violently; it feels like it's about to leap from my body!

so you can lead it back to its border?
Are you familiar with the paths to its home?

Canst thou lead forth the Mazzaroth in their season? Or canst thou guide the Bear with her train?

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

In his neck will lodge strength, and terror will leap before him.

A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.