“Call now; is there any who will answer you?
To which of the holy ones will you turn?
For resentment kills the foolish man, and jealousy kills the simple.
I have seen the foolish taking root, but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His children are far from safety.
They are crushed in the gate.
Neither is there any to deliver them, whose harvest the hungry eat up, and take it even out of the thorns.
The snare gapes for their substance.
For affliction doesn’t come out of the dust, neither does trouble spring out of the ground; but man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.