Post by 1MAM4f…iohE

They meet with darkness in the day-time, And grope at noonday as in the night.

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field; And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: Therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty.

His children are far from safety, And they are crushed in the gate, Neither is there any to deliver them:

But he saveth from the sword of their mouth, Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

In famine he will redeem thee from death; And in war from the power of the sword.

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and his hands make whole.

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, And taketh it even out of the thorns; And the snare gapeth for their substance.

He will deliver thee in six troubles; Yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.

Call now; is there any that will answer thee? And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?

He frustrateth the devices of the crafty, So that their hands cannot perform their enterprise.

He taketh the wise in their own craftiness; And the counsel of the cunning is carried headlong.

So the poor hath hope, And iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace; And thou shalt visit thy fold, and shalt miss nothing.

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; Hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

I have seen the foolish taking root: But suddenly I cursed his habitation.

For affliction cometh not forth from the dust, Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great, And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.

Who giveth rain upon the earth, And sendeth waters upon the fields;

Who doeth great things and unsearchable, Marvellous things without number:

At destruction and dearth thou shalt laugh; Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue; Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

For vexation killeth the foolish man, And jealousy slayeth the silly one.

But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

So that he setteth up on high those that are low, And those that mourn are exalted to safety.