3 I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
4 His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.
5 Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the snare gapeth for their substance.
6 For affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
7 But man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
8 But as for me, I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:
9 Which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvelous things without number: