But, he, knoweth the way that I choose, Having tried me, as gold, I shall come forth.

The command of his lips, and would not go back, and, in my bosom, have I treasured the words of his lips.

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;

Behold! eastward, I go, but he is not there, and, westward, but I perceive him not;

Even to-day, is my complaint rebellion? His hand, is heavier than my groaning.

Yea, GOD, hath made timid my heart, and, the Almighty, hath put me in terror.

Of his steps, my foot taketh hold, His way, have I kept, and not swerved;

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

I would set out, before him, a plea, and, my mouth, would I fill with arguments;

On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.

Would he, with fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!

For this cause, from his presence, am I driven in fear, I diligently consider and am kept back from him in dread:

I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to me.

There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor, before my face, did the gloom form a shroud.