Job 13
1 Look, I've seen all this with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, and I understand it.
Loe, mine eye hath seene all this: mine eare hath heard, and vnderstande it.
2 I know what you know. You're no better than me.
I knowe also as much as you knowe: I am not inferiour vnto you.
3 But I would still like to speak to the Almighty: I want to prove myself to God!
But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.
4 As for you, you cover things up by telling lies! You are all like doctors who can't heal anyone!
For in deede ye forge lyes, and all you are physitions of no value.
5 I wish you would all be quiet! That would be the wisest thing for you to do.
Oh, that you woulde holde your tongue, that it might be imputed to you for wisedome!
6 Listen to my argument and pay attention to what I have to say.
Nowe heare my disputation, and giue eare to the arguments of my lips.
7 Do you think you can tell lies to defend God? Are you talking deceitfully on his behalf?
Will ye speake wickedly for Gods defence, and talke deceitfully for his cause?
8 Or are you wanting to show God favoritism? Are you going to argue God's case for him?
Will ye accept his person? or will ye contende 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?
Is it well that he shoulde seeke of you? will you make a lye for him, as one lyeth for a man?
10 No, he will definitely rebuke you if you secretly show him favoritism!
He will surely reprooue you, if ye doe secretly accept any person.
11 Isn't his majesty terrifying to you? Aren't you so afraid of him you're paralyzed?
Shall not his excellencie make you afraid? and his feare fall vpon you?
12 Your sayings are as helpful as ashes; your arguments as weak as clay.
Your memories may be compared vnto ashes, and your bodyes to bodyes of clay.
13 Be quiet. Don't talk to me. Let me speak, come what may.
Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
14 I take responsibility for myself; I am ready to risk my life.
Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15 Even though he kills me, I will hope in him. I am still going to defend my ways before him.
Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
16 By doing this I will be saved since no godless person could come before him.
He shalbe my saluation also: for the hypocrite shall not come before him.
17 Listen carefully to what I say, pay attention to my explanation.
Heare diligently my wordes, and marke my talke.
18 Look, I've prepared my case—I know I will be proved right.
Beholde nowe: if I prepare me to iudgement, I knowe that I shalbe iustified.
19 Who wants to argue with me? If I'm proved wrong, I'm prepared to be quiet and die.
Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
20 God, I have two requests, then I can face you.
But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
21 Stop beating me, and stop terrifying me.
Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
22 Then call, and I will answer. Or let me speak, and then answer me.
Then call thou, and I will answere: or let me speake, and answere thou me.
23 What are my sins and iniquities? Show me what have I done wrong; how have I rebelled against you?
Howe many are mine iniquities and sinnes? shewe me my rebellion, and my sinne.
24 Why are you unfriendly towards me? Why do you treat me as your enemy?
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
25 Would you frighten a leaf blown by the wind or hunt down a piece of straw?
Wilt thou breake a leafe driuen to and from? and wilt thou pursue the drie 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 possesse 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!
Thou puttest my feete also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in ye heeles of my feet.
28 I'm falling apart like something rotten, like moth-eaten clothes.
Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
