For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.

Then said I, Like a stem, shall I grow old, yea, as the sand, shall I multiply days:

He sang before men, and said, I sinned, and, uprightness, I perverted, yet he requited me not;

When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?