If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.

Surely then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; Yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:

There was nothing left that he devoured not; Therefore his prosperity shall not endure.

All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown by man'shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent.

For then shalt thou delight thyself in the Almighty, And shalt lift up thy face unto God.

On the left hand, when he doth work, but I cannot behold him; He hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him.

Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee?