And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah; and he smote Job with a grievous botch from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

My transgression is sealed up in a purse, and thou wilt patch upon mine iniguity.

You've asked, "What does God know? Can he sort through pitch black darkness?'

They push the needy off the road;
the poor of the land are forced into hiding.

Between the shrubs they will bray; they will be poured out under the thorn bush.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.