Chapter 5. Call out now Is there anyone who will answer you And to which of the Holy ones will you Turn For Roth kills a foolish man and envy Slays a simple one I have seen the foolish taking root but Suddenly I cursed his Dwelling Place His sons are far from safety they are Crushed in the gate and there is no Deliverer Because the hungry eat up his Harvest Taking it even from the thorns and a Snare snatches their substance For affliction does not come from the Dust Nor does trouble spring from the ground Yet man is born to trouble As the Sparks Fly upward But as for me I would seek God And to God I would commit my cause Who does great things and unsearchable Marvelous things without number He gives rain on the earth and sends Waters on the fields He sets on high those who are lowly and Those who mourn are lifted to safety He frustrates the devices of The Crafty So that their hands cannot carry out Their plans He catches the wise in their own Craftiness and the Council of the
Cunning comes quickly upon them They meet with darkness in the daytime And group at noon time as in the night But he saves the needy from The Sword From the mouth of the mighty and from Their hand So the poor have hope and Injustice Shuts her mouth Behold Happy is the man whom God corrects Therefore do not despise the chastening Of the Almighty For he bruises but he binds up He wounds but his hands make whole He shall deliver you in six troubles yes In seven no evil shall touch you In famine he shall redeem you from death And in war from the power of the sword You shall be hidden from the scourge of The tongue and you shall not be afraid Of Destruction when it comes You shall laugh at destruction and Famine and you shall not be afraid of The beasts of the Earth For you shall have a covenant with the Stones of the field And the beasts of the field shall be at Peace with you You shall know that your tent is in Peace You shall visit your dwelling and find Nothing amiss You shall also know that your Descendants shall be many and your
Offspring like the grass of the Earth You shall come to the grave at a full Age as a Sheaf of green ripens in its Season Behold this we have searched out It is true Hear it and know for yourself