A brutish man it knoweth not; fools understand not this.
So rude was I, and ignorant, and in thy sight a beast.
Ye brutish people! understand; fools! when wise will ye grow?
For why? he seeth that wise men die, and brutish fools also Do perish; and their wealth, when dead, to others they let go.
Then be not like the horse or mule, which do not understand; Whose mouth, lest they come near to thee, a bridle must command.
That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile; not one of them doth good.
I to the foolish people said, Do not deal foolishly; And unto those that wicked are, Lift not your horn on high.
How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full:
Thee will I praise; for fearfully and strangely made I am; Thy works are marv'llous, and right well my soul doth know the same.