Look into the middle of the forest; There are (only) large faggots and small branches in it. The people now amidst their perils Look to God, all dark; But let His determination be fixed, And there is no one whom He will not overcome. There is the great God,—Does He hate any one?

If one say of a hill that it is low, There are its ridges and its large masses. The false calumnies of the people,—How is it that you do not repress them? You call those experienced ancients, You consult the interpreter of dreams. They all say, 'We are very wise, But who can distinguish the male and female crow?'

Look at the rugged and stony field;—Luxuriantly rises in it the springing grain. (But) trials move and shake me, As if I could not overcome them. They sought me (at first) to be a pattern (to them), (Eagerly) as if they could not get me; (Now) they regard me with great animosity, And will not use my strength.