Open Mic This Morning

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; He putteth forth his hand upon the flinty rock; He overturneth the mountains by the roots. He cutteth out channels among the rocks; And his eye seeth every precious thing. He bindeth the streams that they trickle not; And the thing that is hid bringeth He forth to light. But where shall wisdom be found? And where is this place of understanding? Man knoweth not the place thereof; Neither is it found in the land of the living.