As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.
Causing ministers to go away a spoil And strong ones He overthroweth.
His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.
Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who `is' he?
Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
Head of fifty, and accepted of faces, And counsellor, and the wise of artificers, And the intelligent of charmers.
Elder, and accepted of face, he `is' the head, Prophet, teacher of falsehood, he `is' the tail.
On the evil `are' both hands to do `it' well, The prince is asking -- also the judge -- for recompence, And the great -- he is speaking the mischief of his soul, And they wrap it up.