Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it
Let the blackness of the day terrify it
A shock of corn cometh in his season
For now i have lain still and been quiet
Why did the knees prevent me?
Why the breasts that i should suck
Children far from safety and crushed in the gate
There the wicked cease from trouble and there the weary be at rest
Whose harvest the hungry eateth up and the robber swallow their substance
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
He disappointech devices of the crafty
Hold your peace, let me alone
But the eyes of the wicked shall fail and they shall not escape
Your remembrances are like ashes
Your bodies to bodies of clay
Doth not the ear try words?
And the mouth taste his meat?
He runneth upon him - even on his neck
Because he covereth himself in fatness
He shall shake off his unripe grape
My transgression is sealed up in a bag
They concieve mischief and their belly prepareth deceit
They have gaped upon me with their mouth
Have smitten me on the cheek reproachfully
Poureth out my gall upon the ground and defiled my horn in the dust
My breath is corrupt
My days are extinct
I have said thou art my father to the worm though wickedness be sweet in his mouth
His meat in his bowels is turned
Upright men shall be astonished at this
In the dark they dig through houses
The righteous see it and are glad and the innocent laugh them to scorn
She is hardened against her young ones and where the slain are - there is she
Her young ones also suck up blodd and they stand as a garment
Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook?
Remember the battle - do no more
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot
He is king over children of pride
He saith among the trumpets - ha ha
The glory of his nostrils is terrible
All flesh shall perish together and man shall turn again to dust