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

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.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

Therefore they say unto God, Depart from us; for we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.

Have ye not asked them that go by the way? and do ye not know their tokens,

Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty, that thou art righteous? or is it gain to him, that thou makest thy ways perfect?

Thou shalt also decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee: and the light shall shine upon thy ways.

But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.

They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together.

They are of those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof.

He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.

Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth; yet his eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all other, and cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.

Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?

God understandeth the way thereof, and he knoweth the place thereof.

When he made a decree for the rain, and a way for the lightning of the thunder:

I chose out their way, and sat chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that comforteth the mourners.

Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?

If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine heart walked after mine eyes, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine hands;

For his eyes are upon the ways of man, and he seeth all his goings.