Job 4: 5-6

I know you formed the countless stars

And set them in their flight,

But I am facing too much, Lord.

Why must I fight this fight?

I know the sun warms the cold sea

Because you tell it too,

But why must I face this hard thing

You’re asking me to do?

My God, I know your loving plan

Directs the skies and sea,

But right now I am so afraid

Of what is facing me.

Oh Lord, who formed the burning stars

And shaped the fruitful land,

Please call my name that I may know

You hold me in your hand.

Job 4: 5-6

5 But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged;
   it strikes you, and you are dismayed.
6 Should not your piety be your confidence
   and your blameless ways your hope?