Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

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.

Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

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

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

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

When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were about me;

Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.

For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not.

Although thou sayest thou shalt not see him, yet judgment is before him; therefore trust thou in him.

But now, because it is not so, he hath visited in his anger; yet he knoweth it not in great extremity:

Suffer me a little, and I will shew thee that I have yet to speak on God's behalf.

For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.

I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.