Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south.
Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.
Lo, he goeth by me, and I see [him] not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?
[If] God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him.
How much less shall I answer him, [and] choose out my words [to reason] with him?
Whom, though I were righteous, [yet] would I not answer, [but] I would make supplication to my judge.
If I had called, and he had answered me; [yet] would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
