Job 13
1 Lo, all — hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
Lo! all [this], hath mine own eye seen, —Mine ear hath heard and understood it:
2 According to your knowledge I have known — also I. I am not fallen more than you.
Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
But indeed, I, unto the Almighty, would speak, and, to direct my argument unto GOD, would I be well pleased.
4 And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought — all of you,
For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you!
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Oh that ye would, altogether hold your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom!
6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: —
7 For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:
8 His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye [so] plead?
9 Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at 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 doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.
11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?
12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
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 my soul put in my hand?
In any case, I will take up my flesh in my teeth, and, my life, will I put in my hand:
15 Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
Lo! he may slay me, [yet], for him, will I wait, —Nevertheless, my ways—unto his face, will I show to be right:
16 Also — He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
Even he, will be on my side—unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.
17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
Hear ye patiently my speech, and be my declaration in your ears.
18 Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
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 doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: —
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
Thy hand—from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!
22 And call Thou, and I — I answer, Or — I speak, and answer Thou me.
Then call thou, and, I, will answer, Or I will speak, and reply thou unto me.
23 How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?
25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;
27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
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, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.
