1Then Iob answered, and said,2Euen to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heauier then my groning.3O that I knewe where I might find him! that I might come euen to his seate!4I would order my cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.5I would know the words which he would answere me, and vnderstand what he would say vnto me.6Will he plead against me with his great power? No, but hee would put strength in me.7There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.8Behold, I goe forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I cannot perceiue him:9On the left hand where hee doeth worke, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himselfe on the right hand, that I cannot see him.10But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.11My foot hath held his steps, his way haue I kept, and not declined.12Neither haue I gone backe from the commaundement of his lippes, I haue esteemed the words of his mouth more then my necessary food.13But hee is in one minde, and who can turne him? and what his soule desireth, euen that he doeth.14For he performeth the thing that is appointed for mee: and many such things are with him.15Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:17Because I was not cut off before the darknes, neither hath he couered the darknes from my face.
