^{1 Ref} Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?

^{2 Ref} For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,

^{3 Ref} I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,

^{4 Ref} Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

^{5 Ref} Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.