< Job 13 >
1 Look, I've seen all this with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, and I understand it.
See, my eye has seen all this, my ear has heard and understood it.
2 I know what you know. You're no better than me.
What you know, the same do 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!
Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
4 As for you, you cover things up by telling lies! You are all like doctors who can't heal anyone!
But you are forgers of lies, you are all physicians of no value.
5 I wish you would all be quiet! That would be the wisest thing for you to do.
O that you would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.
6 Listen to my argument and pay attention to what I have to say.
Hear now my reasoning, and listen 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 you speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?
8 Or are you wanting to show God favoritism? Are you going to argue God's case for him?
Will you accept his person? will you 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?
Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocks another, do you so mock him?
10 No, he will definitely rebuke you if you secretly show him favoritism!
He will surely reprove you, if you 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 make you afraid? and his dread fall on you?
12 Your sayings are as helpful as ashes; your arguments as weak as clay.
Your remembrances are like to ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
13 Be quiet. Don't talk to me. Let me speak, come what may.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
14 I take responsibility for myself; I am ready to risk my life.
Why do 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.
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain my own ways before him.
16 By doing this I will be saved since no godless person could come before him.
He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.
17 Listen carefully to what I say, pay attention to my explanation.
Hear diligently 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 my 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 will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
20 God, I have two requests, then I can face you.
Only do not two things to me: then will I not hide myself from you.
21 Stop beating me, and stop terrifying me.
Withdraw your hand far from me: and let not your dread make me afraid.
22 Then call, and I will answer. Or let me speak, and then answer me.
Then call you, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer you me.
23 What are my sins and iniquities? Show me what have I done wrong; how have I rebelled against you?
How many are my 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?
Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?
25 Would you frighten a leaf blown by the wind or hunt down a piece of straw?
Will you break a leaf driven to and fro? and will you pursue the dry stubble?
26 For you write down bitter things against me and pay me back for the sins of my youth.
For you write bitter things against me, and make 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!
You put my feet also in the stocks, and look narrowly to all my paths; you set a print on the heels of my feet.
28 I'm falling apart like something rotten, like moth-eaten clothes.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth eaten.