[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
To him that is afflicted pity [should be shewed] from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, [and] wherein the snow is hid:
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
For now ye are nothing; ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid.
Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
