Job 13
1 Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.
Lo! all [this], hath mine own eye seen, —Mine ear hath heard and understood it:
2 What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.
Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.
3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
But indeed, I, unto the Almighty, would speak, and, to direct my argument unto GOD, would I be well pleased.
4 But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.
For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you!
5 O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.
Oh that ye would, altogether hold your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom!
6 Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: —
7 Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:
8 Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?
Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye [so] plead?
9 Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?
Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?
10 He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.
He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.
11 Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?
Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?
12 Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
In any case, I will take up my flesh in my teeth, and, my life, will I put in my hand:
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
Lo! he may slay me, [yet], for him, will I wait, —Nevertheless, my ways—unto his face, will I show to be right:
16 He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.
Even he, will be on my side—unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.
17 Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.
Hear ye patiently my speech, and be my declaration in your ears.
18 Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.
Lo! I pray you, I have set forth in order a plea, I know that, I, shall be found right.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!
20 Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.
Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: —
21 Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.
Thy hand—from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!
22 Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me.
Then call thou, and, I, will answer, Or I will speak, and reply thou unto me.
23 How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin.
How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?
25 Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.
For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;
27 Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.
And thou dost put—in the stocks—my feet, and observest all my paths, Against the roots of my feet, thou dost cut out a bound;
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.
