5. Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.
6. Although affliction cometh not forth from the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
7. Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
8. I would seek to God, and to God would I commit my cause:
9. Who doeth great things and unsearchable; wonderful things without number: