¶ Yea, man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. I would seek unto God and unto God would I commit my cause;
Which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvelous things without number;
Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth waters upon the fields;
To set up on high those that be low; that those which mourn may be exalted to safety.
He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, so that their hands cannot perform their enterprise.
¶ Behold happy is the man whom God correcteth; therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty;
For he maketh sore and bindeth up; he woundeth and his hands make whole.
He shall deliver thee in six troubles; yea, in seven there shall be no evil touch thee.
In famine, he shall redeem thee from death; and in war from the power of the sword ... neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.