Job 13

₁Lo, mine eye hath seen all this,

Mine ear hath heard and understood it.

₂What ye know, the same do I know also:

I am not inferior unto you.

₃Surely I would speak to the Almighty,

And I desire to reason with God.

₄But ye are forgers of lies,

Ye are all physicians of no value.

₅O that ye would altogether hold your peace!

And it should be your wisdom.

₆Hear now my reasoning,

And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.

₇Will ye speak wickedly for God?

And talk deceitfully for him?

₈Will ye accept his person?

Will ye contend for God?

₉Is it good that he should search you out?

Or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

₁₀He will surely reprove you,

If ye do secretly accept persons.

₁₁Shall not his excellency make you afraid?

And his dread fall upon you?

₁₂Your remembrances are like unto ashes,

Your bodies to bodies of clay.

₁₃Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak,

And let come on me what will.

₁₄Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth,

And put my life in mine hand?

₁₅Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him:

But I will maintain mine own ways before him.

₁₆He also shall be my salvation:

For an hypocrite shall not come before him.

₁₇Hear diligently my speech,

And my declaration with your ears.

₁₈Behold now, I have ordered my cause;

I know that I shall be justified.

₁₉Who is he that will plead with me?

For now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

₂₀Only do not two things unto me:

Then will I not hide myself from thee.

₂₁Withdraw thine hand far from me:

And let not thy dread make me afraid.

₂₂Then call thou, and I will answer:

Or let me speak, and answer thou me.

₂₃How many are mine iniquities and sins?

Make me to know my transgression and my sin.

₂₄Wherefore hidest thou thy face,

And holdest me for thine enemy?

₂₅Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro?

And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

₂₆For thou writest bitter things against me,

And makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

₂₇Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks,

And lookest narrowly unto all my paths;

Thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

₂₈And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth,

As a garment that is moth eaten.