It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.
Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.
For he hath said, `It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'
`Son of man, prophesy, and thou hast said, Thus said Jehovah, say: A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also polished.