That path no bird of prey knows, neither has the falcon’s eye seen it.
The proud animals have not trodden it, nor has the fierce lion passed by there.
He puts his hand on the flinty rock, and he overturns the mountains by the roots.
He cuts out channels among the rocks.
His eye sees every precious thing.
He binds the streams that they don’t trickle.
The thing that is hidden he brings out to light.
“But where will wisdom be found?
Where is the place of understanding?
Man doesn’t know its price, and it isn’t found in the land of the living.