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:
10 Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth waters upon the fields:
11 So that he setteth up on high those that be low; and those which mourn are exalted to safety.