Job - 13

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1 Behold, my eye has seen all this. My ear has heard and understood it.

2 W hat you know, I know also. I am not inferior to you.

3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty. I desire to reason with God.

4 B ut you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.

5 O h that you would be completely silent! Then you would be wise.

6 H ear now my reasoning. Listen to the pleadings of my lips.

7 W ill you speak unrighteously for God, and talk deceitfully for him?

8 W ill you show partiality to him? Will you contend for God?

9 I s it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceives a man, will you deceive him?

10 H e will surely reprove you if you secretly show partiality.

11 S hall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?

12 Y our memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

13 Be silent, leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.

14 W hy should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

15 B ehold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

16 T his also shall be my salvation, that a godless man shall not come before him.

17 H ear diligently my speech. Let my declaration be in your ears.

18 S ee now, I have set my cause in order. I know that I am righteous.

19 W ho is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.

20 Only don’t do two things to me; then I will not hide myself from your face:

21 w ithdraw your hand far from me; and don’t let your terror make me afraid.

22 T hen call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and you answer me.

23 H ow many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my disobedience and my sin.

24 W hy hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?

25 W ill you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

26 F or you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:

27 Y ou also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,

28 t hough I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.