^{13 Ref} So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

^{14 Ref} Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.

^{15 Ref} He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.

^{16 Ref} Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.

^{17 Ref} By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.

^{18 Ref} If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

^{19 Ref} Lo, this `is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'