When I this thought to know, it was too hard a thing for me;
Dark clouds him compass; and in right with judgment dwells his throne.
Thy way is in the sea, and in the waters great thy path; Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord; none knowledge thereof hath.
Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain.
Thy justice is like mountains great; thy judgments deep as floods: Lord, thou preservest man and beast.