Job 24

Fecero sospirare gli uomini nelle città, e il sangue degli uccisi gettò le strida; e Dio non lascia tali cose impunite.

De la ciudad gimen los hombres, y claman las almas de los heridos de muerte: mas Dios no puso estorbo.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn’t regard the folly.