[1] Call now, if there be any that will answer thee; and to which of the saints wilt thou turn? [2] For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one. [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 [5] Whose harvest eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance. [6] Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground; [7] Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.