Job - Chapter 13 - A Conservative Version
- Lo, my eye has seen all [this]. My ear has heard and understood it.
- What ye know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.
- Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
- But ye are forgers of lies. Ye are all physicians of no value.
- O that ye would altogether be silent! And it would be your wisdom.
- Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
- Will ye speak unrighteously for God, and talk deceitfully for him?
- Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?
- Is it good that he should search you out? Or as deceiving a man, will ye deceive him?
- He will surely reprove you if ye secretly show partiality.
- Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall upon you?
- Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay.
- Be quiet. Let me alone that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
- Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
- Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
- This also shall be my salvation, that a profane man shall not come before him.
- Hear diligently my speech, and let my declaration be in your ears.
- Behold now, I have set my case in order. I know that I am righteous.
- Who is he who will contend with me? For then I would keep silent and give up the spirit.
- Only do not do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from thy face:
- Withdraw thy hand far from me, and do not let thy dread make me afraid.
- Then call thou, and I will answer, or let me speak, and answer thou me.
- How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
- Why do thou hide thy face, and reckon me for thine enemy?
- Will thou harass a driven leaf? And will thou pursue the dry stubble?
- For thou write bitter things against me, and make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
- Thou also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. Thou set a bound to the soles of my feet.
- Though I am like a rotten thing that decays, like a garment that is moth-eaten.