Job 13
1 Loe, mine eye hath seene all this: mine eare hath heard, and vnderstande it.
Lo! all this mine eye hath seen; Mine ear hath heard and understood it.
2 I knowe also as much as you knowe: I am not inferiour vnto you.
What ye know, I know also; I am not inferior to you.
3 But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.
But O that I might speak with the Almighty! O that I might reason with God!
4 For in deede ye forge lyes, and all you are physitions of no value.
For ye are forgers of lies; Physicians of no value, all of you!
5 Oh, that you woulde holde your tongue, that it might be imputed to you for wisedome!
O that ye would altogether hold your peace! This, truly, would be wisdom in you.
6 Nowe heare my disputation, and giue eare to the arguments of my lips.
Hear, I pray you, my arguments; Attend to the pleadings of my lips!
7 Will ye speake wickedly for Gods defence, and talke deceitfully for his cause?
Will ye speak falsehood for God? Will ye utter deceit for him?
8 Will ye accept his person? or will ye contende for God?
Will ye be partial to his person? Will ye contend earnestly 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 for you, if he search you thoroughly? Can ye deceive him, as one may deceive a man?
10 He will surely reprooue you, if ye doe secretly accept any person.
Surely he will rebuke you, If ye secretly have respect to persons.
11 Shall not his excellencie make you afraid? and his feare fall vpon you?
Doth not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you?
12 Your memories may be compared vnto ashes, and your bodyes to bodyes of clay.
Your maxims are words of dust; Your fortresses are fortresses of clay.
13 Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
Hold your peace, and let me speak: And then come upon me what will!
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life 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! he slayeth me, and I have no hope! Yet will I justify my ways before him.
16 He shalbe my saluation also: for the hypocrite shall not come before him.
This also shall be my deliverance; For no unrighteous man will come before him.
17 Heare diligently my wordes, and marke my talke.
Hear attentively my words, And give ear to my declaration!
18 Beholde nowe: if I prepare me to iudgement, I knowe that I shalbe iustified.
Behold, I have now set in order my cause; I know that I am innocent.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
Who is he that can contend with me? For then would I hold my peace, and die!
20 But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
Only do not unto me two things, Then will I not hide myself from thy presence;
21 Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
Let not thy hand be heavy upon me, And let not thy terrors make me afraid:
22 Then call thou, and I will answere: or let me speake, and answere thou me.
Then call upon me, and I will answer; Or I will speak, and answer thou me.
23 Howe many are mine iniquities and sinnes? shewe me my rebellion, and my sinne.
How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me to know my faults and transgressions.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
Wherefore dost thou hide thy face, And account me as thine enemy?
25 Wilt thou breake a leafe driuen to and from? and wilt thou pursue the drie stubble?
Wilt thou put in fear the driven leaf? Wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.
For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me inherit the sins 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.
Yea, thou puttest my feet in the stocks, And waterest all my paths; Thou hemmest in the soles of my feet.
28 Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
And I, like an abandoned thing, shall waste away; Like a garment which is moth-eaten.
