A Spirit Passed Before My Face — Job 4:19–5:5

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before the moth!

Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed:
They perish for ever without any regarding it.

Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?
They die, and that without wisdom.

Call now; is there any that will answer thee?
And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?

For vexation killeth the foolish man,
And jealousy slayeth the silly one.

I have seen the foolish taking root:
But suddenly I cursed his habitation.

His children are far from safety,
And they are crushed in the gate,
Neither is there any to deliver them:

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,
And taketh it even out of the thorns;
And the snare gapeth for their substance.