1 "Call now; is there any who will answer you? To which of the holy ones will you turn?
2 For resentment kills the foolish man, And jealousy kills the simple.
3 I have seen the foolish taking root, But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
4 His children are far from safety, They are crushed in the gate. Neither is there any to deliver them,
5 Whose harvest the hungry eats up, Takes it even out of the thorns; The snare gapes for their substance.
6 For affliction doesn`t come forth from the dust, Neither does trouble spring out of the ground;
7 But man is born to trouble, As the sparks fly upward.
