Job 13
1 See, my eye has seen all this; my ear has heard and understood it.
Lo! all [this], hath mine own eye seen, —Mine ear hath heard and understood it:
2 What you know, the same I also know; I am not inferior to you.
Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.
3 However, I would rather speak with the Almighty; I wish 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 you whitewash the truth with lies; you are all physicians of no value.
For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you!
5 Oh, that you would altogether hold your peace! That would be your wisdom.
Oh that ye would, altogether hold your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom!
6 Hear now my own reasoning; listen to the pleading of my own lips.
Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: —
7 Will you speak unrighteously for God, and will you talk deceitfully for him?
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:
8 Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God?
Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye [so] plead?
9 Will it be good for you when he searches you out? Could you deceive him as you might deceive men?
Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?
10 He would surely reprove you if in secret you showed partiality.
He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.
11 Will not his majesty terrify you, and the dread of him fall upon you?
Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs made of ashes; your defenses are defenses made of clay.
Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, so that I may speak, let come what may on me.
Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
14 I will take my own flesh in my teeth; I will take my life in my hands.
In any case, I will take up my flesh in my teeth, and, my life, will I put in my hand:
15 See, if he kills me, I will have no hope left; nevertheless, I will defend my 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 This will be the reason for my deliverance, for no godless person would come before him.
Even he, will be on my side—unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.
17 God, listen carefully to my speech; let my declaration come to your ears.
Hear ye patiently my speech, and be my declaration in your ears.
18 See now, I have set my defense in order; I know that I am innocent.
Lo! I pray you, I have set forth in order a plea, I know that, I, shall be found right.
19 Who is the one who would argue against me in court? If you came to do so, and if I were proved wrong, then I would be silent and give up my life.
Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!
20 God, do only two things for me, and then I will not hide myself from your face:
Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: —
21 withdraw your oppressive hand from me, and do not let your terrors make me afraid.
Thy hand—from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!
22 Then call me, and I will answer; or let me speak to you, and you answer me.
Then call thou, and, I, will answer, Or I will speak, and reply thou unto me.
23 How many are my iniquities and sins? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!
24 Why do you hide your face from me and treat me like your enemy?
Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?
25 Will you persecute a driven leaf? Will you pursue dry stubble?
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
26 For you write down bitter things against me; you make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;
27 You also put my feet in the stocks; you closely watch all my paths; you examine the ground where the soles of my feet have walked
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 although I am like a rotten thing that wastes away, like a garment that moths have eaten.
And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.
