Job 13
1 Loe, mine eye hath seene all this: mine eare hath heard, and vnderstande it.
Lo, all [this] hath my eye seen, my ear hath heard and noted it for itself;
2 I knowe also as much as you knowe: I am not inferiour vnto you.
As much as ye know, do I also know: I do not fall short compared with you.
3 But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.
However, I would gladly speak to the Almighty; and to argue with God do I desire.
4 For in deede ye forge lyes, and all you are physitions of no value.
But ye are inventors of falsehood, physicians of no value are all of you.
5 Oh, that you woulde holde your tongue, that it might be imputed to you for wisedome!
Oh, who would grant that ye might keep a profound silences! and it would he accounted unto you as wisdom.
6 Nowe heare my disputation, and giue eare to the arguments of my lips.
Do hearken but to my reasoning, and listen to the pleadings of my lips.
7 Will ye speake wickedly for Gods defence, and talke deceitfully for his cause?
Will ye speak wrong things for God? and will ye speak for him deceitfully?
8 Will ye accept his person? or will ye contende for God?
Will ye show him undue favor, when ye contend for God?
9 Is it well that he shoulde seeke of you? will you make a lye for him, as one lyeth for a man?
Will it be well if he should search you out? or as one overreacheth another mortal, do ye expect to overreach him?
10 He will surely reprooue you, if ye doe secretly accept any person.
He will surely reprove you, if in secret you show him undue favor.
11 Shall not his excellencie make you afraid? and his feare fall vpon you?
Doth not his excellency terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?
12 Your memories may be compared vnto ashes, and your bodyes to bodyes of clay.
The things you remember are mere proverbs of ashes, your high-places are high-places of clay.
13 Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
Keep silence toward me, that I may indeed speak, and let pass over me what will.
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
Whatever it may cost, I will take my flesh in my teeth, and my life will I put in my hand.
15 Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
Lo, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: only I will argue my own ways before him.
16 He shalbe my saluation also: for the hypocrite shall not come before him.
Even he will come to my assistance; for a hypocrite cannot come before him.
17 Heare diligently my wordes, and marke my talke.
Listen well to my word, and to my demonstration with your ears.
18 Beholde nowe: if I prepare me to iudgement, I knowe that I shalbe iustified.
Behold now, I have arrayed my cause: I know that I shall be indeed justified.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
Who is he that will contend with me? for now, if I keep silence, I must perish.
20 But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
Only two things do not unto me: then will I not hide myself from thy presence.
21 Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
Remove thy hand far from me; and let not thy dread terrify me.
22 Then call thou, and I will answere: or let me speake, and answere thou me.
Then call thou, and I will answer; or let me speak, and do thou reply to me.
23 Howe many are mine iniquities and sinnes? shewe me my rebellion, and my sinne.
How many are my iniquities and sins? my transgression and my sin let me know.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
Wherefore wilt thou hide thy face, and regard me as an enemy unto thee?
25 Wilt thou breake a leafe driuen to and from? and wilt thou pursue the drie stubble?
Wilt thou terrify a leaf driven about [by the wind]? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.
That thou writest bitter decrees against me, and assignest unto me the iniquities of my youth;
27 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.
And [that] thou puttest my feet in the stocks, and watchest narrowly all my paths; [and] settest for thyself a mark upon the soles of my feet?
28 Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
And yet the body decayeth like a rotten thing, as a garment that the moth hath eaten.
