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Rh :It toucheth thee, and thou art affrighted.
 * Is not thy fear of God thy confidence,
 * And thy hope the integrity of thy ways?
 * Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent?
 * Or where were the upright cut off?
 * According as I have seen, they that plow iniquity,
 * And sow mischief, reap the same.
 * By the breath of God they perish,
 * And by the blast of His anger are they consumed.
 * The lion roareth, and the fierce lion howleth—
 * Yet the teeth of the young lions are broken.
 * The old lion perisheth for lack of prey,
 * And the whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.


 * Now a word was secretly brought to me,
 * And mine ear received a whisper thereof.
 * In thoughts from the visions of the night,
 * When deep sleep falleth on men,
 * Fear came upon me, and trembling,
 * And all my bones were made to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face,
 * That made the hair of my flesh to stand up.
 * It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof;
 * A form was before mine eyes; I heard a still voice:
 * 'Shall mortal man be just before God?
 * Shall a man be pure before his Maker?
 * Behold, He putteth no trust in His servants,
 * And His angels He chargeth with folly;
 * How much more them that dwell in houses of clay,
 * Whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
 * Betwixt morning and evening they are shattered;
 * They perish for ever without any regarding it.
 * Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?
 * They die, and that without wisdom.'


 * Call now; is there any that will answer thee?
 * And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?
 * For anger killeth the foolish man,
 * And envy slayeth the silly one.
 * I have seen the foolish taking root;
 * But suddenly I beheld his habitation cursed.
 * His children are far from safety,
 * And are crushed in the gate, with none to deliver them.
 * Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,
 * And taketh it even out of the thorns, and the snare gapeth for their substance.
 * For affliction cometh not forth from the dust,
 * Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
 * But man is born unto trouble,
 * As the sparks fly upward.


 * But as for me, I would seek unto God,
 * And unto God would I commit my cause;
 * Who doeth great things and unsearchable,
 * Marvellous things without number;
 * Who giveth rain upon the earth,