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But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.

But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?

His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.

Though he spare it, and will not let it go, But keep it still within his mouth;

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; And the honorable man, he dwelt in it.

Yet he filled their houses with good things: But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; And backward, but I cannot perceive him;

On the left hand, when 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.