God's eye is on their ways. A little while
They wrap themselves in secret infamy,
Or proudly flourish,—but as the tall tree
Yields in a moment to the wrecking blast,
As 'neath the sickle falls the crisping corn,
Shall they be swept away, and leave no trace."
Bildad, the Shuhite, rose in act to speak.
"Dominion is with God, and fear. He makes
Peace in his own high places. Dost thou know