¹³ Disease eats their skin;
    death devours their limbs.

³⁰ I will feed the poor in my pasture;
    the needy will lie down in peace.
But as for you, I will wipe you out with famine
    and destroy the few who remain.

⁶ I sank down to the very roots of the mountains.
    I was imprisoned in the earth,
    whose gates lock shut forever.
But you, O Lord my God,
    snatched me from the jaws of death!

¹⁶ No, my hope will go down with me to the grave.
    We will rest together in the dust!”

³ “Reuben, you are my firstborn, my strength,
    the child of my vigorous youth.
    You are first in rank and first in power.