1 “Call now, is there anyone who will answer you?
And to which of the holy ones will you turn?
And jealousy kills the simple.
And I cursed his abode immediately.
They are even oppressed in the gate,
And there is no deliverer.
And take it to a place of thorns,
And the schemer is eager for their wealth.
Nor does trouble sprout from the ground,
As sparks fly upward.
And I would place my cause before God;
Wonders without number.
And sends water on the fields,
And those who mourn are lifted to safety.
So that their hands cannot attain success.
And the advice of the cunning is quickly thwarted.
And grope at noon as in the night.
And the poor from the hand of the mighty.
And unrighteousness must shut its mouth.
So do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
He wounds, and His hands also heal.
Even in seven evil will not touch you.
And in war from the power of the sword.
And you will not be afraid of violence when it comes.
And you will not be afraid of wild beasts.
And the beasts of the field will be at peace with you.
For you will visit your abode and fear no loss.
And your offspring as the grass of the earth.
Like the stacking of grain in its season.
Hear it, and know for yourself.”