Job 13

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

² What 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 But you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.

⁵ Oh that you would be completely silent! Then you would be wise.

⁶ Hear now my reasoning. Listen to the pleadings of my lips.

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

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

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

¹⁰ He will surely reprove you if you secretly show partiality.

¹¹ Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall on you?

¹² Your 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 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

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

¹⁶ This also will be my salvation, that a godless man will not come before him.

¹⁷ Listen carefully to my speech. Let my declaration be in your ears.

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

¹⁹ Who 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 withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.

²² Then call, and I will answer, or let me speak, and you answer me.

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

²⁴ Why do you hide your face, and consider me your enemy?

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

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

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

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