Post by 1MAM4f…iohE

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, And all men shall draw after him, As there were innumerable before him.

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? And where is the tent wherein the wicked dwelt?

How then comfort ye me in vain, Seeing in your answers there remaineth `only' falsehood?

They spend their days in prosperity, And in a moment they go down to Sheol.

How oft is it that the lamp of the wicked is put out? That their calamity cometh upon them? That `God' distributeth sorrows in his anger?

`Ye say', God layeth up his iniquity for his children. Let him recompense it unto himself, that he may know it:

Behold, I know your thoughts, And the devices wherewith ye would wrong me.

Even when I remember I am troubled, And horror taketh hold on my flesh.

Shall any teach God knowledge, Seeing he judgeth those that are high?

Who shall declare his way to his face? And who shall repay him what he hath done?

And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.

One dieth in his full strength, Being wholly at ease and quiet:

That the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity? That they are led forth to the day of wrath?

His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.

They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.

Yet shall he be borne to the grave, And men shall keep watch over the tomb.

Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?

Have ye not asked wayfaring men? And do ye not know their evidences,

Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.

Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.