7. For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
8. Yet I--I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
9. Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
10. Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.
11. To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high [in] safety.
12. Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.
13. Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,
14. By day they meet darkness, And as night--they grope at noon.
15. And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
16. And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
17. Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
18. For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
19. In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.
20. In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.