Job 12:5

And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out.

The light of the righteous rejoiceth: but the lamp of the wicked shall be put out.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

Woe to them that are at ease in Zion, and trust in the mountain of Samaria, which are named chief of the nations, to whom the house of Israel came! Pass ye unto Calneh, and see; and from thence go ye to Hamath the great: then go down to Gath of the Philistines: be they better than these kingdoms? or their border greater than your border? Ye that put far away the evil day, and cause the seat of violence to come near; That lie upon beds of ivory, and stretch themselves upon their couches, and eat the lambs out of the flock, and the calves out of the midst of the stall; That chant to the sound of the viol, and invent to themselves instruments of musick, like David; That drink wine in bowls, and anoint themselves with the chief ointments: but they are not grieved for the affliction of Joseph.

To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.

Give glory to the Lord your God, before he cause darkness, and before your feet stumble upon the dark mountains, and, while ye look for light, he turn it into the shadow of death, and make it gross darkness.

I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.

There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,

Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.