| Chapter 13 |
| Lo, mine eye
hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it. |
| What ye know, the same do I know also: I
am not inferior unto you. |
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Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God. |
| But ye are forgers of lies,
ye are all physicians of no value. |
| O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your
wisdom. |
| Hear now my
reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips. |
| Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk
deceitfully for him? |
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Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God? |
| Is it good that he should search you out? or as one
man mocketh another, do ye so mock him? |
| He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept
persons. |
| Shall not
his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you? |
| Your remembrances are like unto ashes,
your bodies to bodies of clay. |
| Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will. |
| Wherefore
do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand? |
| Though he slay me, yet will I trust in
him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. |
| He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite
shall not come before him. |
| Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears. |
| Behold now, I have ordered my
cause; I know that I shall be justified. |
| Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold
my tongue, I shall give up the ghost. |
| Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide
myself from thee. |
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Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid. |
| Then call thou, and I will
answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me. |
| How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know
my transgression and my sin. |
| Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy? |
| Wilt thou break a leaf
driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? |
| For thou writest bitter things against
me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth. |
| Thou puttest my feet also in the
stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet. |
| And
he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten. |