Then Job answered and said,
Even to day is* my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Oh that I knew where I might find him! that* I might come even* to his seat!
I would order my* cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.
I would know the words which* he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me.
Will he plead against me with his* great power? No; but he would put strength* in me.
There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
Behold, I go forward, but he is* not there;* and backward, but I cannot perceive him:
On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him:* he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:*
But he knoweth the way that I take: when* he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food*.
But he is* in one mind*, and who can turn him? and what* his soul desireth, even that* he doeth.
For he performeth the thing that is* appointed for me: and many such things are* with him.
Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither* hath he covered the darkness from my face.