1 Then Job answered and said, 2 Even to day |is| my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. 3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! |that| I might come |even| to his seat! 4 I would order |my| cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments. 5 I would know the words |which| he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me. 6 Will he plead against me with |his| great power? No; but he would put |strength| in me. 7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge. 8 Behold, I go forward, but he |is| not |there|; and backward, but I cannot perceive him: 9 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|: 10 But he knoweth the way that I take: |when| he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. 11 My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined. 12 Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary |food|. 13 But he |is| in one |mind|, and who can turn him? and |what| his soul desireth, even |that| he doeth. 14 For he performeth |the thing that is| appointed for me: and many such |things are| with him. 15 Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him. 16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me: 17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, |neither| hath he covered the darkness from my face.