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Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.

Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?

Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.

Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

He taketh the wise in their own craftiness: and the counsel of the froward is carried headlong.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?

Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?

Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:

What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.

Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.

Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.

Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.

I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?

He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?

If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?

This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment.

Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both.

Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

For thou hast said, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine eyes.

And that he would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?

The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.

And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety.

I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.

With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.

With him is wisdom and strength, he hath counsel and understanding.

With him is strength and wisdom: the deceived and the deceiver are his.

He taketh away the heart of the chief of the people of the earth, and causeth them to wander in a wilderness where there is no way.

Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

And surely the mountains falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.

What knowest thou, that we know not? what understandest thou, which is not in us?

Are the consolations of God small with thee? is there any secret thing with thee?

What is man, that he should be clean? and he which is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

What is man, that he should be clean? and he which is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

How much more abominable and filthy is man, which drinketh iniquity like water?

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.

A dreadful sound is in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, and he is waited for of the sword.

He wandereth abroad for bread, saying, Where is it? he knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

He wandereth abroad for bread, saying, Where is it? he knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity: for vanity shall be his recompence.

Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.