Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
They do not say in their heart, `Aha, our desire.' They do not say, `We swallowed him up.'
So do all Thine enemies perish, O Jehovah, And those loving Him `are' As the going out of the sun in its might!' and the land resteth forty years.