THE BOOK OF JOB

 

Job Chapter 13

1 ¶ Look, my eye has seen all this, my ear has heard and understood it.

2 I know the same things you know: I am not inferior to you.

3 But now I want to speak to the Almighty, and argue my case before God.

4 Yet you are forgers of lies, you are all physicians of no value.

5 O that you would altogether keep silent! then you would be wise.

6 Hear now my reasoning, and listen to the pleadings of my lips.

7 Will you speak unrighteously for God? and talk deceitfully for him?

8 Will you show him special favor? will you contend for God?

9 Will all go well when he examines you? or do you mock him, as one man mocks another?

10 He will surely reprove you, if you secretly show partiality.

11 Doesn’t his majesty terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?

12 Your wise sayings are like ashes, your arguments are made of clay.

13 ¶ Be silent, let me alone, so I may speak, and let come on me what will.

14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

15 Though he slay me, yet I will trust in him: but I will still defend my ways before him.

16 He will also be my salvation: for a hypocrite shall not come before him.

17 Listen carefully to what I say, and let my words be in your ears.

18 Behold now, I have prepared my case; I know that I will be vindicated.

19 Can anyone convict me? if so, I will hold my tongue, and give up the ghost.

20 Only grant these two things to me: then will I not hide myself from you.

21 Remove your hand far from me: and do not let your terror overwhelm me.

22 Then call, and I will answer: or let me speak, and you answer me.

23 ¶ How much have I done wrong and sinned? Enable me to see my transgression and my sin.

24 Why do you hide your face, and regard me as your enemy?

25 Will you break a leaf driven to and fro? Or chase the dry straw?

26 For you write bitter things against me, and make me accountable for the sins of my youth.

27 You put my feet in the stocks, and stand watch over all my paths; setting a limit for the soles of my feet.

28 Man is consumed as something that rots, as a garment that is eaten by moths.