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.
8 "But as for me, I would seek God, To God would I commit my cause;
9 Who does great things that can`t be fathomed, Marvelous things without number;
10 Who gives rain on the earth, And sends waters on the fields;
11 So that he sets up on high those who are low, Those who mourn are exalted to safety.
