So brutish was I, and ignorant; I was as a beast before thee.
I said in my heart, It is because of the sons of men, that God may prove them, and that they may see that they themselves are but as beasts.
A brutish man knoweth not; Neither doth a fool understand this:
For he shall see it. Wise men die; The fool and the brutish alike perish, And leave their wealth to others.
The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib; but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Surely I am more brutish than any man, And have not the understanding of a man;
Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding; Whose trappings must be bit and bridle to hold them in, Else they will not come near unto thee.
O God, thou knowest my foolishness; And my sins are not hid from thee.
Wherefore are we counted as beasts, And are become unclean in your sight?
When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.