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1 Call now, if there be any that will an­swer thee; and to which of the saints wilt thou turn? 2 For wrath kil­leth the fool­ish man, and envy slayeth the sil­ly one. 3 I have seen the fool­ish tak­ing root: but sud­den­ly I cursed his habi­ta­tion. 4 His chil­dren are far from safe­ty, and they are crushed in the gate, nei­ther is there any to de­liv­er them. 5 Whose har­vest the hun­gry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the rob­ber swal­loweth up their sub­stance. 6 Al­though af­flic­tion cometh not forth of the dust, nei­ther doth trou­ble spring out of the ground; 7 Yet man is born unto trou­ble, as the sparks fly up­ward. 8 I would seek unto God, and unto God would I com­mit my cause: 9 Which doeth great things and un­search­able; mar­vel­lous things with­out num­ber: 10 Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth wa­ters upon the fields: 11 To set up on high those that be low; that those which mourn may be ex­alt­ed to safe­ty. 12 He dis­ap­pointeth the de­vices of the crafty, so that their hands can­not per­form their en­ter­prise. 13 He taketh the wise in their own crafti­ness: and the coun­sel of the froward is car­ried head­long. 14 They meet with dark­ness in the day­time, and grope in the noon­day as in the night. 15 But he saveth the poor from the sword, from their mouth, and from the hand of the mighty. 16 So the poor hath hope, and in­iq­ui­ty stop­peth her mouth. 17 Be­hold, hap­py is the man whom God cor­recteth: there­fore de­spise not thou the chas­ten­ing of the Almighty: 18 For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole. 19 He shall de­liv­er thee in six trou­bles: yea, in sev­en there shall no evil touch thee. 20 In famine he shall re­deem thee from death: and in war from the pow­er of the sword. 21 Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue: nei­ther shalt thou be afraid of de­struc­tion when it cometh. 22 At de­struc­tion and famine thou shalt laugh: nei­ther shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth. 23 For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field: and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee. 24 And thou shalt know that thy taber­na­cle shall be in peace; and thou shalt vis­it thy habi­ta­tion, and shalt not sin. 25 Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great, and thine off­spring as the grass of the earth. 26 Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his sea­son. 27 Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good.