Job 13
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| Truly, my eye has seen all this, word of it has come to my ear, and I have knowledge of it. |
| The same things are in my mind as in yours; I am equal to you. |
| But I would have talk with the Ruler of all, and my desire is to have an argument with God. |
| But you put a false face on things; all your attempts to put things right are of no value. |
| If only you would keep quiet, it would be a sign of wisdom! |
| Give ear to the argument of my mouth, and take note of the words of my lips. |
| Will you say in God's name what is not right, and put false words into his mouth? |
| Will you have respect for God's person in this cause, and put yourselves forward as his supporters? |
| Will it be good for you to be searched out by him, or have you the thought that he may be guided into error like a man? |
| He will certainly put you right, if you have respect for persons in secret. |
| Will not his glory put you in fear, so that your hearts will be overcome before him? |
| Your wise sayings are only dust, and your strong places are only earth. |
| Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me. |
| I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand. |
| Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him; |
| And that will be my salvation, for an evil-doer would not come before him, |
| Give ear with care to my words, and keep what I say in your minds. |
| See now, I have put my cause in order, and I am certain that I will be seen to be right. |
| Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath. |
| Only two things do not do to me, then I will come before your face: |
| Take your hand far away from me; and let me not be overcome by fear of you. |
| Then at the sound of your voice I will give answer; or let me put forward my cause for you to give me an answer. |
| What is the number of my evil-doings and my sins? give me knowledge of them. |
| Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters? |
| Will you be hard on a leaf in flight before the wind? will you make a dry stem go more quickly on its way? |
| For you put bitter things on record against me, and send punishment on me for the sins of my early years; |
| And you put chains on my feet, watching all my ways, and making a limit for my steps; |
| Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm. |
