For he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven;

The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

Ira the son of Ikkesh the Tekoite, Abiezer the Antothite,

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.

That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!