To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?

Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.

Lo, this is the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

Turning aside the heart Of the heads of the people of the land, And he causeth them to wander In vacancy -- no way!

Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all.

My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know?

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

Is it a delight to the Mighty One That thou art righteous? is it gain, That thou makest perfect thy ways?

And thou decreest a saying, And it is established to thee, And on thy ways hath light shone.

For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.

On His step hath my foot laid hold, His way I have kept, and turn not aside,

They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.

They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.

Light he is on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.

He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes are on their ways.

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

God hath understood its way, And He hath known its place.

In His making for the rain a limit, And a way for the brightness of the voices,

I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.

Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

For His eyes are on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.

Because that against right They have turned aside from after Him, And none of His ways have considered wisely,

Who hath appointed unto Him his way? And who said, 'Thou hast done iniquity?'

Where is this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where is this -- its place?

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices?

He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;