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Job - 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.
- 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.
- Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.
- Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
- Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him?
- Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?
- Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?
- He will surely reprove you If ye do secretly show partiality.
- Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you?
- Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay.
- Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
- Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
- Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
- This also shall be my salvation, That a godless man shall not come before him.
- Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears.
- Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous.
- Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
- Only do not two things unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face:
- Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror 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 harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
- For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
- Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
- Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
American Standard-ASV1901
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