I would give him an accounting of my steps; like a prince I would approach him.

He does great and unsearchable things, marvelous things without number;

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.

Can his armies be numbered? On whom does his light not rise?

he does great and unsearchable things, and wonderful things without number.

Since man’s days are determined, the number of his months is under your control; you have set his limit and he cannot pass it.

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

“Yes, God is great – beyond our knowledge! The number of his years is unsearchable.

When the days of their feasting were finished, Job would send for them and sanctify them; he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job thought, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s customary practice.