4 His sons are ^afar from safety,
They are crushed in the gate,
And ^bthere is no deliverer. ‡

5 Because the hungry eat up his harvest,
¹Taking it even from the thorns,
¹And a snare snatches their² substance. ‡

8 “But as for me, I would seek God,
And to God I would commit my cause—

9 Who does great things, and unsearchable,
Marvelous things without number.