005:012 He frustrates the devices of the crafty, So that their hands can't perform their enterprise. 005:013 He takes the wise in their own craftiness; the counsel of the cunning is carried headlong. 005:014 They meet with darkness in the day time, and grope at noonday as in the night. 005:015 But he saves from the sword of their mouth, even the needy from the hand of the mighty. 005:016 So the poor has hope, and injustice shuts her mouth. 005:017 "Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects. Therefore do not despise the chastening of the Almighty. 005:018 For he wounds, and binds up. He injures, and his hands make whole. 005:019 He will deliver you in six troubles; yes, in seven there shall no evil touch you. 005:020 In famine he will redeem you from death; in war, from the power of the sword. 005:021 You shall be hidden from the scourge of the tongue, neither shall you be afraid of destruction when it comes. 005:022 At destruction and famine you shall laugh, neither shall you be afraid of the animals of the earth. 005:023 For you shall be in league with the stones of the field. The animals of the field shall be at peace with you. 005:024 You shall know that your tent is in peace. You shall visit your fold, and shall miss nothing. 005:025 You shall know also that your seed shall be great, Your offspring as the grass of the earth. 005:026 You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season. 005:027 Look this, we have searched it, so it is. Hear it, and know it for your good." 006:001 Then Job answered, 006:002 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! 006:003 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash. 006:004 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me. 006:005 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder? 006:006 Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg? 006:007 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me. 006:008 "Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for, 006:009 even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! 006:010 Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 006:011 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient? 006:012 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass? 006:013 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me? 006:014 "To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from