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His sons are far from safety, They are crushed in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
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Because the hungry eat up his harvest, Taking it even from the thorns, And a snare snatches their substance.
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For affliction does not come from the dust, Nor does trouble spring from the ground;
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Yet man is born to trouble, As the sparks fly upward.
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"But as for me, I would seek God, And to God I would commit my cause--
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Who does great things, and unsearchable, Marvelous things without number.
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He gives rain on the earth, And sends waters on the fields.
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He sets on high those who are lowly, And those who mourn are lifted to safety.
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He frustrates the devices of the crafty, So that their hands cannot carry out their plans.
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He catches the wise in their own craftiness, And the counsel of the cunning comes quickly upon them.
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They meet with darkness in the daytime, And grope at noontime as in the night.