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: