Job 13
- 1Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
- 2According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.
- 3Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
- 4And yet, ye `are' forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,
- 5O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
- 6Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
- 7For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
- 8His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
- 9Is `it' good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
- 10He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
- 11Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
- 12Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
- 13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
- 14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
- 15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
- 16Also -- He `is' to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
- 17Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
- 18Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
- 19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
- 20Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
- 21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
- 22And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.
- 23How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
- 24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
- 25A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
- 26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
- 27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
- 28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
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