^{6 Ref} Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?

^{7 Ref} Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?

^{8 Ref} As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!

^{9 Ref} From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.

^{10 Ref} The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.

^{11 Ref} An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.