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| 5:1 | 
                                 
                                    Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?
                                 
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| 5:2 | 
                                 
                                    For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,
                                 
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| 5:3 | 
                                 
                                    I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,
                                 
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| 5:4 | 
                                 
                                    Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
                                 
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| 5:5 | 
                                 
                                    Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
                                 
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| 5:6 | 
                                 
                                    For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.
                                 
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| 5:7 | 
                                 
                                    For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
                                 
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| 5:8 | 
                                 
                                    Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
                                 
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| 5:9 | 
                                 
                                    Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
                                 
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| 5:10 | 
                                 
                                    Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.
                                 
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| 5:11 | 
                                 
                                    To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high [in] safety.
                                 
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| 5:12 | 
                                 
                                    Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.
                                 
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| 5:13 | 
                                 
                                    Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,
                                 
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| 5:14 | 
                                 
                                    By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at noon.
                                 
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| 5:15 | 
                                 
                                    And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
                                 
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| 5:16 | 
                                 
                                    And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
                                 
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| 5:17 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
                                 
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| 5:18 | 
                                 
                                    For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
                                 
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| 5:19 | 
                                 
                                    In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.
                                 
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| 5:20 | 
                                 
                                    In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.
                                 
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| 5:21 | 
                                 
                                    When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.
                                 
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| 5:22 | 
                                 
                                    At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast of the earth, Thou art not afraid.
                                 
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| 5:23 | 
                                 
                                    (For with sons of the field [is] thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)
                                 
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| 5:24 | 
                                 
                                    And thou hast known that thy tent [is] peace, And inspected thy habitation, and errest not,
                                 
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| 5:25 | 
                                 
                                    And hast known that numerous [is] Thy seed, And thine offspring as the herb of the earth;
                                 
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| 5:26 | 
                                 
                                    Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a stalk in its season.
                                 
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| 5:27 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it [is] right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!
                                 
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