Job 13
1 Lo! all [this], hath mine own eye seen, —Mine ear hath heard and understood it:
Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.
2 Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.
What ye know, do I know also; I am not inferior unto you.
3 But indeed, I, unto the Almighty, would speak, and, to direct my argument unto GOD, would I be well pleased.
Notwithstanding 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 plasterers 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!
Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! 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 Him favour? 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?
Would it be good that He should search you out? Or as one mocketh a man, will ye mock Him?
10 He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.
He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly show favour.
11 Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?
Shall not His majesty terrify you, and His dread fall upon you?
12 Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?
Your memorials shall be like unto ashes, your eminences to eminences of clay.
13 Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
Hold your peace, 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:
Wherefore? I will 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:
Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him; but I will argue 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 hypocrite cannot 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 ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.
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 that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and die.
20 Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: —
Only do not two things unto me, then will I not hide myself from Thee:
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 let not Thy terror 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 mine 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?
Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face, and holdest me for Thine enemy?
25 A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt Thou pursue the dry stubble?
26 For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;
That Thou shouldest 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 puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; Thou drawest Thee a line about 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 wine-skin that consumeth, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
