A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,
And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, `Some' of thine iniquity.
A place of the sapphire `are' its stones, And it hath dust of gold.
Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.
Where `is' this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where `is' this -- its place?
Where `is' this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.
O depth of riches, and wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable His judgments, and untraceable His ways!