It is high as heaven; what canst thou do? Deeper than Sheol; What canst thou know?
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness, Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.
As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
and should not I have regard for Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than sixscore thousand persons that cannot discern between their right hand and their left hand; and also much cattle?
O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!
For it is written in the law of Moses, Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn. Is it for the oxen that God careth,