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