He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched `is' he for the sword.
He is yet speaking with them, and lo, the messenger is coming down unto him, and he saith, `Lo, this `is' the evil from Jehovah: what -- do I wait for Jehovah any more?'
He is wandering for bread -- `Where `is' it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious `are' the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that `there is' a judgment.
If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
And if they do not hearken, By the dart they pass away, And expire without knowledge.
What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear `to' my voice.
and having cast down the silverlings in the sanctuary, he departed, and having gone away, he did strangle himself.