Job 13

1Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

1Lo, all--hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.

2What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

2According to your knowledge I have known--also I. I am not fallen more than you.

3Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

3Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

4But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

4And yet, ye <FI>are<Fi> forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought--all of you,

5O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

5O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

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

6Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,

7Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?

7For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

8Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?

8His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

9Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

9Is <FI>it<Fi> good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

10He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.

10He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.

11Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?

11Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?

12Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

12Your remembrances <FI>are<Fi> similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.

13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?

14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?

14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

15Lo, He doth slay me--I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

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

16Also--He <FI>is<Fi> to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

17Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.

17Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.

18Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.

18Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

19Who <FI>is<Fi> he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

20Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.

20Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

21Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.

21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

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

22And call Thou, and I--I answer, Or--I speak, and answer Thou me.

23How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin.

23How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?

24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

25Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

25A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

26For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,

28And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.