His sons are far from safety, They are crushed in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
5:3 I have seen the foolish taking root, But suddenly I cursed his dwelling place.
5:4 His sons are far from safety, They are crushed in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
5:5 Because the hungry eat up his harvest, Taking it even from the thorns, And a snare snatches their substance.