7For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
7For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
4 Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
5 Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
6 For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.
7 For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
8 Yet I — I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
9 Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
5:7Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
5:7Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.
5:7Man is born to labour and the bird to fly.
5:7But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.
5:7For man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upwards.
5:7But man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
5:7Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
5:7but man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
5:7Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.