“If I go east, he is not there.
If I go west, I can’t find him.
He works to the north, but I can’t see him.
He turns south, but I can’t catch a glimpse of him.
But he knows the way that I take.
When he has tried me, I will come out like gold.
My foot has held fast to his steps.
I have kept his way, and not turned away.
I haven’t gone back from the commandment of his lips.
I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.