Job 5:7 WEB

⁵  Whose harvest the hungry eats up, And take it even out of the thorns; The snare gapes for their substance.

⁶  For affliction doesn't come forth from the dust, Neither does trouble spring out of the ground;

⁷  But man is born to trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

⁸  'But as for me, I would seek God, To God would I commit my cause;

⁹  Who does great things that can't be fathomed, Marvelous things without number;