Job 13
1 Look, I've seen all this with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, and I understand it.
Lo, mine eye hath seen all [this], mine ear hath heard and understood it.
2 I know what you know. You're no better than me.
What ye know, I know also: I am not inferior to you.
3 But I would still like to speak to the Almighty: I want to prove myself to God!
But I will speak to the Almighty, and will find pleasure in reasoning with God;
4 As for you, you cover things up by telling lies! You are all like doctors who can't heal anyone!
For ye indeed are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.
5 I wish you would all be quiet! That would be the wisest thing for you to do.
Oh that ye would be altogether silent! and it would be your wisdom.
6 Listen to my argument and pay attention to what I have to say.
Hear now my defence, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
7 Do you think you can tell lies to defend God? Are you talking deceitfully on his behalf?
Will ye speak unrighteously for God? and for him speak deceit?
8 Or are you wanting to show God favoritism? Are you going to argue God's case for him?
Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?
9 Will you be found to be doing good when God examines you? Can you fool him as if he's a human being?
Will it be well if he should search you out? or as one mocketh at a man, will ye mock at him?
10 No, he will definitely rebuke you if you secretly show him favoritism!
He will certainly reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.
11 Isn't his majesty terrifying to you? Aren't you so afraid of him you're paralyzed?
Shall not his excellency terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?
12 Your sayings are as helpful as ashes; your arguments as weak as clay.
Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, your bulwarks are bulwarks of mire.
13 Be quiet. Don't talk to me. Let me speak, come what may.
Hold your peace from me, and I will speak, and let come on me what [will]!
14 I take responsibility for myself; I am ready to risk my life.
Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15 Even though he kills me, I will hope in him. I am still going to defend my ways before him.
Behold, if he slay me, yet would I trust in him; but I will defend mine own ways before him.
16 By doing this I will be saved since no godless person could come before him.
This also shall be my salvation, that a profane man shall not come before his face.
17 Listen carefully to what I say, pay attention to my explanation.
Hear attentively my speech and my declaration with your ears.
18 Look, I've prepared my case—I know I will be proved right.
Behold now, I have ordered the cause; I know that I shall be justified.
19 Who wants to argue with me? If I'm proved wrong, I'm prepared to be quiet and die.
Who is he that contendeth with me? For if I were silent now, I should expire.
20 God, I have two requests, then I can face you.
Only do not two things unto me; then will I not hide myself from thee.
21 Stop beating me, and stop terrifying me.
Withdraw thy hand far from me; and let not thy terror make me afraid:
22 Then call, and I will answer. Or let me speak, and then answer me.
Then call, and I will answer; or I will speak, and answer thou me.
23 What are my sins and iniquities? Show me what have I done wrong; how have I rebelled against you?
How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
24 Why are you unfriendly towards me? Why do you treat me as your enemy?
Wherefore dost thou hide thy face, and countest me for thine enemy?
25 Would you frighten a leaf blown by the wind or hunt down a piece of straw?
Wilt thou terrify a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?
26 For you write down bitter things against me and pay me back for the sins of my youth.
For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth;
27 You put my feet in the stocks. You keep an eye on every step I take. You even inspect my footprints!
And thou puttest my feet in the stocks, and markest all my paths; thou settest a bound about the soles of my feet; —
28 I'm falling apart like something rotten, like moth-eaten clothes.
One who, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that the moth eateth.
