Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
The house of the wicked shall be overthrown; But the tent of the upright shall flourish.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
I planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.