3 I have seen the foolish taking root,But suddenly I cursed his dwelling place.
4 His sons are far from safety,They are crushed in the gate,And there is no deliverer.
5 Because the hungry eat up his harvest,Taking it even from the thorns,And a snare snatches their substance.
6 For affliction does not come from the dust,Nor does trouble spring from the ground;
7 Yet man is born to trouble,As the sparks fly upward.
8 “But as for me, I would seek God,And to God I would commit my cause—
9 Who does great things, and unsearchable,Marvelous things without number.