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5.10 :And sendeth waters upon the fields;
 * So that He setteth up on high those that are low,
 * And those that mourn are exalted to safety.
 * He frustrateth the devices of the crafty,
 * So that their hands can perform nothing substantial.
 * He taketh the wise in their own craftiness;
 * And the counsel of the wily is carried headlong.
 * They meet with darkness in the day-time,
 * And grope at noonday as in the night. But He saveth from the sword of their mouth,
 * Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.
 * So the poor hath hope,
 * And iniquity stoppeth her mouth.


 * Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth;
 * Therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty.
 * For He maketh sore, and bindeth up;
 * He woundeth, and His hands make whole.
 * He will deliver thee in six troubles;
 * Yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.
 * In famine He will redeem thee from death;
 * And in war from the power of the sword.
 * Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue;
 * Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.
 * At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh;
 * Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.
 * For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field;
 * And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.
 * And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace;
 * And thou shalt visit thy habitation, and shalt miss nothing.
 * Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great,
 * And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.
 * Thou shalt come to thy grave in a ripe age,
 * Like as a shock of corn cometh in in its season.
 * Lo this, we have searched it,
 * So it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

Then Job answered and said:


 * Oh that my vexation were but weighed,
 * And my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
 * For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; t
 * Herefore are my words broken.
 * For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
 * The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up;
 * The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
 * Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
 * Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
 * Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt?
 * Or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
 * My soul refuseth to touch them;
 * They are as the sickness of my flesh.


 * Oh that I might have my request,
 * And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!