Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?

He is green before the sun, And his shoots go forth over his garden.

But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

Yet shall he be borne to the grave, And men shall keep watch over the tomb.

He stretcheth out the north over empty space, And hangeth the earth upon nothing.

Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;

Who gave him a charge over the earth? Or who hath disposed the whole world?

He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.