It is all one; therefore I say, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust.
For he hath said, It profiteth a man nothing That he should delight himself with God.
Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith Jehovah: Say, A sword, a sword, it is sharpened, and also furbished;